CUTTING THE CORD
At the age of twelve, why did I
Decide it was time to be baptized?
In our church, full immersion was the rite.
I never experienced an epiphany,
No inner voices spoke to me,
My nights were calm: no vision dreams.
It was a fairly embarrassing sight
To be draped in a tent-like gown of white:
A dunked and dripping young acolyte.
But it seemed like a step toward maturity,
Like a high school diploma, a college degree:
An escape from parental authority.
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