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Ojo Caliente
Ojo Caliente
Call on John to
submerse me in the
Holy waters of the
Ojo Caliente
Cleanse me deep
In the high desert heat
Hidden in New Mexico
Where the ancients came to
breathe new life from beneath
the clear clean springs of life
I am weary of the journey
I am weak from wont
I hunger for the feast of thought
And thirst for the first of
The newness of things yet
To come
Drench me in rejuvenating
Imaginings
Give me flight
And second sight
Call on John to submerse me
Whose voice
Beckoned Christ
David J Walker
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