Rite of Passage
This is where it all began! A change was to take place,
a movement of the heart, a baptismal of spirit and soul
united as they say, becoming one?
You see, up until meeting his last bride, he was a
Catholic baptized at birth, sprinkled and crossed and
prayed upon by the local priest and sent off a
new babe in Christ.
Here in this building a welcoming and fellowship
was brewing, he was drawn in and hands laid upon,
in prayer and worshiping to chase out the sin they
said he hath within him.
The congregation jumped, and danced, and sang
with arms flaying, worshiping, pointed up and
singing Hallelujahs to their king.
He stood there with his expectant new bride to
be and wondered what the h#@* he was doing
among these Baptists who want to set him free.
They said sir, in order to be saved a child you
can’t be, for a child at birth has no words to ask
for everlasting forgiveness for all of eternity.
He scratched his head and rolled his eyes as they
circled around him laying hands upon his person
and uttering in strange tongues, and wanting
Confused and surprised standing in the tub,
all the sins of his past would wash off and
cleanse him, every last one, what were
His thirst for this savior was immediate, he
dried himself off, stepped out of the tub, went
straight to the college of biblical studies to
prove everyone that his belief was secure
and the only one.
All others were cults and he would follow
only one. What was he thinking?
Years passed, a marriage failed, children
lost, he slid out of the baptismal waters
of this trinity, back to his birth water
sprinkled thumb mark left by the priest
of his father’s Catholic Church.
The cross follows him even today,
but he has a fear for water.
Copyright 2013 by Vincent Moore. All rights reserved.