It comes in waves, yet all waves stay.
No currents in this tub, her worries astray.
Swimming in thoughts and welcoming prayers.
Sitting chest-high, surrounded by raisers.
Eternality fine-printed, and she signed His waiver.
She grants her last breath, and submits to her Savior.

Plunged for five seconds, but too short and partitioned.
Immersed a bit longer, ‘cause six’s too wicked.
Seven is His, and now she’s forgiven.
Eight came around, then nine got addictive.
When ten hit the mark, I made my decision:
Although life on Earth’s to be enjoyed by the creation,
The bliss of heaven requires liberation.



Wednesday 4 October 2023