Author: 19199113 PM
I'm still that wincing infant.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Poetry - Words: 66 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Published: 01-13-13 - Status: Complete - id: 3091835
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Cupping a child in assured arms,
he takes the oil and applies.
The congregation grins as the water is poured
and the baby winces and cries.
The older children stare
in awe and mid-belief
as the child becomes one of them,
their God's freshest aperitif.
And I can't help but wonder
freely from the stands
if that infant is truly content
living in someone else's hands.