Sustain this Moment of our Holy Touch – Sonnet Fifty-Five

Sustain this moment of our holy touch,
My fingers genuflect to find your breath,
The curve, the catch, relief-resisting clutch,
That laves my palm and graces my thumb’s press.

As you, yourself, slow mete’ing in your clasp,
The ridges run, the smoothing strength you find,
You cover from your self-same fount, your grasp,
To bless that slickened sacred stroke’s define.

We linger in communion bodies’ prayer,
A sacrament of holy scents and sound,
We raise our face, our godly worship there,
As tongues receive our sacred hosts’ expound.

Baptize! Baptize! In Holy Waters send
And rest in Grace until we pray again.