Short Baptizing Poems

teardrops of angels
falling down on me as rain
baptizing my soul...

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Appollo bathing in this light
Baptizing and igniting the soul
Then, norished by this truth...

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The purple and grey clouds
come like giant airships
baptizing the veld with millions of drops
falling gently like feathers

The plants dance merrily 
earth sings a serenade of thanks...

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Confetti kisses parade happy face
Joyful tears baptizing licorice lips
Not only was a beautiful day made
But heart is doing butterfly flips
Grooms and bridesmaids chant
Newly wed husband and wife dance...

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I walked the beach and saw my footprints wash away with waves- 

smoothing the sand without a flaw, and I seemed blessed in holy clime 

as my soul, like trampled sand, felt healed by sea's baptizing hand.

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Rains advent, I wait with pleasure 
The first drop became my treasure 
Down suddenly, started to pour
My heart, spirit, began to soar

As I sit here, watching the rain 
Ah, heavenly thoughts fill my brain 
Sitting on porch, look at it pour
Baptizing drops, O' I cheer for...

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The heavens open
The rain falls
Torrential, cleansing rain

I stand outside arms outstretched
Letting the rain soak me 
Drenching, cooling rain

Wash away my sins
Renew my soul
Baptizing, spiritual rain

I ask too much
The rain dissipates and I am the same
Ordinary, common rain...

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At dusk the Native and I
Went into the woods to gather
Sticks for starting the fire
For baptizing the sacred stones.

One limb I found inhabited
With crawling insects;
The Native said, "Put that one back.
Somebody lives there."

I realized I was a guest
Of the Natives and the woods....

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What is the substance
of nothingness

With nothingness the substance
of thought

Where is the truth
in indifference

Apathetically frozen
when taught

How then to measure
reluctance

With action the villain
of time

Seeking to baptize
the vacuum

Where consonants hide
—from the rhyme

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2023)...

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There is no breadth or width
to design the unknown frames
that turn into the grandest of light.
This certain swell of mystery
becomes the surrounding;
 just that,
natural as the channeling rays
baptizing day's many colorful passages -
gentle and torrid 
late afternoon displays
 its final bow -
passersby huddle…to watch a dying sunset.


Brian's Choice T Contest  March 24, 20202...

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IN THE WELL OF HIS WILL   
                  
As I dive deeper
down the mind’s inner sanctum,
The higher I grow:-

I need not worry;
It’s going to be alright–
following God’s will:-

His will…will be done–
and I shall be liberated–
oppression…willed out:-


I’ve turned things around;
waters of liberation
baptizing my soul:-

Glory be to God;
I am traveling onward—
there’s no turning back:- 

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A brisk blue rain is like a greeting
It can be cold or warm long or fleeting
Rain has always been erotic to me
Like fuchsia foreplay of clouds sky draining
Nectar of lavender love from heavens heart
Refreshing red buds and baptizing green park
Causing my hair to curl fluff then fly
Releasing denim despair despite
Beauty of day night or scorn of life
Rain is renewing romantic and free
Feeling a good rain is a spiritual thing 

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Soft fire is his eyes

                                   fondling my soul without words

                          ... twilight’s balm drips down



                          Our warm pulses meet

                                     in thrills of hushed surrender...

                           baptizing fresh dawn

                        
                                                   ©


                                               .        ……..    ....

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Bush: she had a deep
black birds nest.
Fecund Arabic woman
dark peaches for thin lips.

White faced, I redden in the sun,
a blanched fig, a thirst
for dew drops.

One night is enough, maybe two,
there must be a Spanish guitar
pleading the stars for more tears.

I have a comb
for her oval waves,
she is, for a while,
the mother of the world
the secreting seeds
of a fruiting pomegranate.

I am her despoiler of silk sheets,
she, a font of arousal
baptizing a love-song.

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