Baptismal

I am drawn to you
Across planes of time and matter
A sleek clear shaft of light
In a murky existence
A warm moist touch against my cold dark soul
The slate gray sky reaches out to me
Cradling me in its loving arms
Holding me before you like an offering
Like a sacrificial baby waiting anointing

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