The Lamb’s Vision
The preacher reached out
his hand to me as the cool,
clean water chilled my body
as it flowed downstream over
rocks and silt to find freedom
in the ocean, where it could become
bigger and stronger than man
who tried to harness it where it lay
helpless in streams and ponds.
I looked into Elizabeth’s blue eyes,
my eyes, as I was lowered down.
The water rose over my torso, washing
away the dirt and sin. It crept up, over my chin,
engulfing the stubbled cheeks, caressing my scalp
like a lover as my hair fanned out free from the gravity
that had pulled it down.
Hands held fast as I began to struggle,
lungs burning from the hellfire of deprivation
of oxygen. Elizabeth shook her head from above me.
We had seen the horrors of the future, and knew
that some sins could not be washed away,
only smothered before they came to fruition.
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Kay Porter is a graduate student at Stephen F. Austin State University working on her M.A. in English. Her poems have been published in BlazeVOX 12.
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Interesting poem Kay, I like it!