The River Baptism ( a poem)

We traveled to where a river

winding through the grass

flowed silently-

a sky -looking glass.


 

I watched as people

wearing robes of white

were baptized one by one,

in the blazing sunlight.


 

I sang, as we all sang

hymns by the river that day.

And I smiled as the notes washed through me,

then gently faded into the fields; away.

-DD

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