The Baptism
glory to god in the highest
the godfather was rather tense
today and why shouldn't he be
why to profess the pure dedication
of caring so very deeply for a child
he hadn't fathered
to share ones whole life
completely with another
moral merit surely would suffice
a necessary need I suppose
I studied the godfather's
steadfast emotions
holding the candle
very still utterly guiding
the flames almost
a gentle lantern leading
all my darkest fears into light
while mass was ending
new life had begun
through st Francis solemn prayers
beneath poverty and labor
as I inhaled the words
from a calm Franciscan soul
the wick flickered amen
Copyright © Yolanda Nicholsen | Year Posted 2012
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