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BAPTISM
Whether
the water is good
Whether
the water heals
Whether
the water is dangerous
Over
the banks it spills
It
pours down my insides
What
a refreshing way to die
I
lose myself, drop by drop
Until
nothing is dry
I
learn things never imagined
And
the Head Master of the school
Beckons
me come closer still
Into
the baptismal pool.
The
River
A
raging river inside me
Seeks
my fingers for release
Too
long have I been silent
Too
long I’ve held my peace.
You
can not restrain it
It
can no longer be damned
Its
ultimate purpose
Not
under my command
It
bursts through heavens gates
Into
the pleroma beyond
Rivers
may seek the sea
But
mine seeks its origin
Until
its sweet reunion
With
Eternity
It
will move all in its path
It
will move inside of me.
Vistas
Where
has she gone?
I
know they must wonder
My
room now seems empty
My
speech full of blunders
Obsessed
by something
Of
which I cannot speak
I
seem to disappear
Through
a tiny hole I leak
A
drop at a time
Til
I was all gone
It
must seem amiss
But
nothing is wrong
How
do I explain
How
reality shifts
It
sounds like madness
Yet
it pleasantly drifts
Though
unsettling at times
The
landscape, it changes
New
vistas I see
Of
infinite ranges
Which
are somehow familiar
And
beckon me come
Learning
to navigate
By
the light of the son.
Poems
by Susan
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