by the water

poems | religious

when faith is wax a primal
sheen,
upon the text of nevertheless taken too extreme
down by the cold clear stream
walk on water
first sins washed away
we were young and gay
innocent the nubile babe
in her mothers crescent arms
soft cheek hand feet beside the borrowed creek
where suns and moons spin sleek and cool
to sound their round physiques
to lift
daylight to nestle in nests made from
nettles petals twigs stem leaves mud clay
every being should have her day in the sun
walk with me by the water take my hand
bring us peace. Amen.

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