Rivers of Redemption #1076

Rivers of Redemption In ancient rites, water flowed, Levitical echoes, purifications sowed. Hands of priests, in basins deep, Ordained to the divine, secrets to keep. Each drop a hymn, silent, unseen, Foretelling a grace, pure and serene. John, the voice, wild and clear, In wilderness calls, the repentant draw near. His baptism, a river's transformative course, Not just a ritual, but a divine force. A call to the heart’s own wilderness, To rise, reborn, in spirit’s caress. In Jordan’s embrace, Jesus stood firm, Heavens tore with a celestial affirm. Spirit descending, a dove in flight, A promise in the waters, bathed in light. Humanity and divinity, in sacred pact, The Lamb walks forth, His grace intact. The Father’s voice, across the skies, A son beloved, in whom pride lies. A path endorsed, divine and true, Leading to the Cross, and resurrection’s view. Not just a man, but a beacon bright, In baptism’s promise, the world’s light. Essenes' shadows, communal and pure, Echoing calls for a heart's cure. Yet, John’s baptism, a deeper plea, From sin’s clutch, the world to free. A kingdom not just cleansed by wave, But by Spirit’s fire, meant to save. A fabric woven, ancient and new, From past rituals, a transformative view. A baptism of love, overflowing, vast, A divine initiation, forever to last. In water, in spirit, in fire’s embrace, A new life begins, filled with grace. Written by Steven G. Lee (April 29, 2024)