Washed for the Wilderness Poem, by Tristan Robert Lange, at My poetic side

Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Friends, I’m doing my best to keep up with comments. 😅 I’m still current on my own poems and first replies on others’ work, but this season has been a bit of a twister. Figured I’d drop a quick note so you don’t think I’ve vanished or gone flaky.
Read. Write. Rise. Realize. 🤘💀🖤

i was baptized—

down in the water

past the river’s edge,

baptized—

as an infant,

baptized—

just to be banished.

POET’S NOTE:

Part of the ongoing series: The Rutted Road.

First published on tristanrobertlange.com, March 16, 2026.

Tittu

Author: Tristan Robert Lange ( Online)
Published: March 16th, 2026 08:03
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Category: Spiritual
Views: 5
Users favorite of this poem: sorenbarrett
In collections: The Rutted Road.

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sorenbarrett March 16th, 2026 08:33
Tristan this carries so much unsaid meaning. We are all baptized by birth in the breaking water of the placenta. Yet such baptism or any other does not guarantee acceptance. The new born almost universally accepted is soon banished by culture, skin color, religion of birth, language, and then their own personality, actions and friends they choose. Do not expect God to save you from this a God that would banish his own son, that would order extermination of his own children of creation by armies of the chosen and drown them with a flood. No my friend we are on our own. Well written and a fave

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