Baptize Us Wise
Under water he holds me
down
till I feel I’m going to
drown.
While I am breathless in
John’s hands
I’ve made a friend who understands
I’ve made a friend who understands
desires we have to share
and care
are as strong as our need
for air.
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
re-birth whene’er we die.
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