Only snakes never cry when the old skin dies and falls away
So cry, cry until the pain, the anger and all the misery is shed
In the baptism—
Cry until there is nothing left but hope and love,
Because they are anchored in the heart and soul
And thus beyond the flood.
When the water recedes and the vision clears
HE will be there—
And just a little further behind
So will I.
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