A Prophesy

Each place hosts its own baptismal power; each location is a place to be reborn,
To be new, each place a place for enhancement and enchantment.
With each addition to ourselves we are born anew.
We can baptize ourselves in our discoveries, epiphanies, our own revelations,
Revelations had at lakes, in gardens, beside the roses or gardenias,
Among the collectivity of bees, in frivolous words,
Where something dull turns out to glow.
What does it take to find our place?
Know where you are.

By S. T. Brant

S. T. Brant is a teacher from Las Vegas. Pubs in/coming from Door is a Jar, Santa Clara Review, New South, Green Mountains Review, Another Chicago Magazine, La Piccioletta Barca, 8 Poems, a few others. You can find them on Twitter @terriblebinth or Instagram @shanelemagne.