Baptise me, John.
I’m tired, need a change,
something to happen,
don’t know what.
let the Jordan splash over me
and let it wash me deep.
Let the icy plunge
surprise me wakingly and cause me to gasp
as it removes the weary dust
of failure, fear and disappointment.
The water that splashes over my head;
let it clear my mind of narrowness
and open my eyes to the broadest spectrum
of things new and holy.
Drench me, John, that I may be ready
for the soaking of the Divine One
who is surely present in the water
and all around.
Let me be covered
and let me be naked.
Baptise me, John;
mingle my tears with your disturbing water
and turn me around
that I might find the new path,
and the way, beginning here,
among Jordan’s rocks and wetness.
© Ken Rookes
A second poem for Sunday can be found here