Poetry

Baptismal Pool by Mark Tulin

Once I said Yes, I believe, 
I felt my body floating backward
in slow motion 
as if on the wings of an angel,
releasing me into the baptismal pool.

Submerged three feet under, 
I floated lifelessly.
My head supported by delicate hands.
My soul delivered by sacred words.
All my tension gone. 
I wish I could have stayed there
in the warmth of her breath,
nurtured by the holy breast.
I wish that the presence of an angel
could sanctify my life,
eternally.

Originally published at Literary Yard.

Author, poet, short story writer from Santa Barbara, California. I write about a variety of topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia, to my years as a family therapist, and finally to my soul-searching present in California. These are narratives that may have a humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

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