A stoic Yankee
A Baptist bowl
and a lot of water
met for a moment
one November day
Some fifteen years gone by
Back erect
Arms folded across your chest
You fell back into loving arms
joining a fellowship, a community
a new walk, a reconnection
a new life up from the waters of life
When you were baptised, were you explicitly connected into a community? Informally connected? Give thanks for the people who travelled with you to baptism, and for those who journey with you now.
Poem by Raymond
A. Foss
http://famouspoetsandpoems.com/poets/raymond_a__foss/poems/21368.html.
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