The Baptism

The Baptism

I fall in backwards

Into the cold, wet grave

My hands placed neatly across my chest

Laid into a place of rest

My eyes still open I see

The bubbles bubbling over me

They climb up toward the towering trees

As sunlight still pierces the surface

And as I reach the depths I notice very quickly

That I cannot stay there

I begin to rise

As the water bears me up

It brings me up to the surface

And I rise with the oxygen toward the light

And I come up

A new man

A new creation

A new son

With a new love

And a new heart

Making a new start

As the old stays down on the bottom

My eyes take in the light

And the wind whispers through the trees

Strength returning to my knees

So I may now walk in the difference                               


K. Duane Carter 9-17-09