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—
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Cry until there is nothing left but hope and love,
Because they are anchored in the heart and soul
And thus beyond the flood.
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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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