A Saturday Examen

baptismal font









Let the baptismal waters drown this insubstantial

love and choke the complexities of my lostness.

Cleanse my spiritual palette and don

the insignificance of wayward wants

upon your crested waking.

Splash your drops of salvation, dampened perfection,

on this tired brow, furrowed from wrongdoing

and convince a soul, drawn in ink

of the erasable foes of night.

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