Waterless Baptism of the Consolamentum Virelai
Fasting, no caprice
Burning without cease
I kneeled
Under words of peace
God’s graced to release
Sins healed
I heard words to deice
I said words to unleash
Veil peeled
Saints’ hands were a shield
“Praise the sun to wield
And kiss
Light and flames to yield
To have your lost soul sealed
In this”
Sun welcomed and healed
Dove came to this field
Of bliss
A thread as Christ wished
Robes to reminisce
Soft fleece
God hugged me in this
Black gown of bliss
No crease
Lifted from abyss
I received the kiss
Of peace
Copyright © David Hyatt-Bickle | Year Posted 2023
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