Because I am a prodigal son,
far from parents, lost amidst pigs longing for the pods they eat,
I go to have my life transformed by John the Baptizer.
When immersed by John’s hands
my head feels he understands
we need to be re-conceived
by a love that always frees.
My first gulp of air
feels breath’s a prayer
creating with love
peaceful as a dove
birth of an adult child
who’ll find how in the wild
earth water sun and sky
parent us or we die
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