Immersed in His Paschal Mystery
our Original Sin is --history!
Divine Power comes forth from His Heart
Giving sanctification a start
Now alive in Christ, but dead to sin
'cause death no longer has dominion!
[References: Romans 6, Colossians 2, CCC 1116, What We Believe: the Beauty of the Catholic Faith (Ch. 11), and the Divine Mercy Image.]
I well recall the old farm pond
With winter ice and fernlike frond
Where I was baptized long ago,
After they scraped a drifting snow
Across the road and field beyond.
There remains an unbroken bond
A boy in white robe warmly donned,
New-born with spiritual glow
I well recall.
The pastor was a fair-haired blond
Years with him I did correspond,
He was my guiding light, although
That was many long years ago
When to Christ's call I did respond,
I well recall.
written April 15, 2022
for "Your Favorite Theme" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
Poetry…
not about the words
but how the words were born
(Dreamsleep: June, 2021)
BAPTISMAL SUNDAY
Sometimes in the country church,
When they had no baptismal pool,
Baptizing in a neighbor's pond,
Was oftentimes the rule.
They'd gather all the candidates,
From all the months gone by,
Those who'd made the sacred vow,
To their old lives they would die.
The ones who were to be submerged
Wore white robes and white caps,
They'd march up to the water's edge,
Some quite afraid , perhaps.
Prayers were said and hymns were sung,
And the preacher waded deep,
He'd call them in, one by one,
To take that faithful leap.
He'd raise his hand and say the words
"Father, Son and Holy Ghost "
Then dipped them in and raised them up,
Witnessed by the crowded host.
There'd be someone who would send up praise,
And someone who would shout,
And ,almost ,predictably,
Someone would fall out.
They'd fan the ones who'd "felt the touch"
And greet the new converts,
Then make their way back up the road ,
To the country church .
2008 Patricia Neely-Dorsey
from Reflections of a Mississippi Magnolia-A Life In Poems
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pure waters annoint
with rippled effect...
trees whisper vespers
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Inspired by John Freeman's contest
Nature's Precept Haiku