Mysteries No 2

I was baptized
Fully immersed
Once in faith
Twice in death
The first was
A fantasy
Faith faltering
As droplets dried
Conviction bleeding
Out into guilt.
Guilt grown weary
Withering into
Wistful doubt.
Faith, in its
Going, left
A shadow
But death is made
Of sterner stuff
No sooner had
Your ashes scattered
You grabbed
The waves and
Rolled them back
Immersing me
You embraced me
One last time
Ashes scattered
Ashes inhaled
Your essence
Given back with
Grief to life
Burnt its way
Into me
You came from me
In a moment of love
And in your going
You gave yourself
Back to me
In the water
Life’s circle
Is complete
As I gave you life,
You gave me death

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