Christening Poems - Poems about Christening

Storm's favor; All at once it rains, Never seen....

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don't be fooled by the grey beard, I'm the science fiction you speak of, the little wizard bloke in the picture whose antics between gravestones and christening robes jerk like those flicker book pages we made as kids, and now, old again, today is payback ...

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May your feet be always guided to find a righteous road. And may your hands be nimble to ease a trying load. And may your ears discern stories from sincerity. And may your eyes be clear and bright to ascertain all verity. And may your mouth and tongue sing joyous truth exquisitely. And, finally, may your heart rejoice in love and hope and...

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Shadows of tomorrow, reflections of yesterday Images of the moment —in whose Trinity we pray (Devil’s Tower Wyoming: September, 1990)...

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ghosts and spirits ancestral entities clamoring around new baby delighted with her, all excited thrilled to be invited to a family christening at the family church...

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I lost my heart that day, Captured by your innocent beauty. Your eyes reflecting sky and wonder As you lay in your white dress, Still and silent in your cot, Watching the shifting clouds Filter the morning sunshine. I held you in my arms. And gazed into those soft, blue eyes., A splinter of God’s creation, Reflecting the enormity of His love. Your white shawl warmed...

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My new born child, unto the Lord I give That in his shadow, he may walk and live. And so, this day into the Church I go To Christen him with a water’s flow His tiny body in a robe so white Will soon be bathed in Christ’s loving light. Round the font, the families crowd Babies held by Mothers proud. The Padres...

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Baptized by the sun, The leaves shake off drops of light: Pasture’s sacrament....

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Last Irish Christening We christened Megan Catholic today just as we had, years ago, Sean and Nora. Afterward my wife and I, with relatives and friends, talked and joked as Megan slept through drinks and barbecue Father fixed behind the phlox in Mother’s garden. That was Sunday. Now, on Monday, Sue and I begin another week of work and all the years we’ll...

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Red velvet with gold corded embroidery Old farmhouse faint smoke frost glittered Spices wine honey candles milk apples Orders farm produce meat game and fish Great fire in kitchen preparing for the evening Writing poetry ... baby cries for breastfeeding Singing together begin to dance in...

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