The Watery Grave
The watery grave
Is proof I was saved.
It wasn't my death
Only the funeral
For a life on Death Road.
God is so practical.
Doesn't use dirt
Only a liquid grave:
A useful coffin
For useless life.
Then a watery resurrection
Fresh
Innocent
Pure
New
Something that has never existed before
Rises powerfully,
To an endless life
With unnatural desires
For a consummate God.
Exchanged offering
Exchanged capacity
For a watery entrance;
Unfair
Outrageous...
Wonderful !.
Copyright © Peter Hall | Year Posted 2014
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