The thronging line long and looping slowly presses forward, toward its goal, while sweet
silence fills the sanctuary and pious souls, in muffled pace, seek God in clear pure water.
The water of baptism, the ratification of mans covenant to serve and honor God.
Our Mezuzah, in which God sets his word in order to remind us of his constant presence.
The unblemished mystical connection that binds mankind to God is just a drop of water,
which set upon the brow marks the baptized as his forever.
Written by Mark R. Day 1/12/12 all rights reserved, copyright by Mark R. Day 1/12/12
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