Baptism in the Forest
I dove into the forest to bury a body.
It was my own body,
The water-logged flesh that had been
Soaking in shame for 22 years.
It was too heavy to carry around for one day longer,
So I sought a proper burial place.
I argued with myself
As I pounded the pine-laced trails,
Carcass in toe.
I couldn’t remember when Shame was born,
But I was determined that today was the funeral.
As I worked up my scattered eulogy,
The trees began to sing the requiem
As they showered their own buds down on me.
You see, they had to shed some things
In order to grow–
The flowers for Shame’s funeral.
And with my feet I buried them,
The buds and the body of shame,
as I moved forward.
There, I worked out my salve-ation with fear and trembling
And my sweat became my baptism.
While I saw no doves and the sky did not open,
I knew I was beloved.
I left the grave with empty hands
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