slowly
through the beach sand
his son
tenderly
holding his left arm
his right arm lay
withered
useless
at his side
he tapped his right foot
softly
on the grainy surface
carefully
the way
a soldier looks for
landmines
finally
he reached the
shoreline
his daughter then came
from his right
where she was
playing with her children
reached down
into the ocean
cupped her hand
and poured
some cool water
over his forehead
he took his sons hand
and touched it aginst his lips
at that moment
for the first time
i understood
baptism
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