In winters time the road calls me towards a baptism
It commences with the blessings of water,
floating in tight, feathered snow
I arch back and the prayers fall about me
silent in the sway they hold
Supported by parishioners of
Oak
Maple
Evergreen
My church is thick with love,
thick with delight
Hymns are sung from close and far
by those who have survived the cold
In winters time the road calls me
I answer…
Ready.
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