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At the River
By Sarah Law
When John poured out the water
there were waves
of sapphire, cyan, sound
as though the air
as well as river gathered,
shivered round
his form a living stone
on holy ground.
And as the liquid rippled
like a voice
His baptism became
the water’s choice,
as though his body
risen and descending
was itself
the word which caused
the silence to refract
so God was heard.
The water soaks the light;
the light, the world.
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