Salt-Water Church by Helen Losse




The salt-water Atlantic lies over that ridge.
I am here to soak in the sea—
to cleanse my soul & wash myself

of the detritus. Earth has become
a place that takes so much
from me and gives so little back.

I walk toward the water’s edge,
flip-flops in hand. I dip one toe in.
Baptized, I remember the beach

was the sight of Jesus’s last fish fry—
the one after He cried
the loneliest cry in all the world.

2 Responses to “Salt-Water Church by Helen Losse”

  1. Very powerful imagery. And I think the 3 line stanzas work really well. This is a very fine poem.

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