First Degree Felonious Notion

It’s Sunday Morning and
I’m reminded that
I’ve never fully
recovered from the
First Degree Felonious Notion
that the Holy Water
in the Sacramental Font

is somehow different
from the drops
catching
the sunlight
as they fall from
the gutter
into the puddle
where a sparrow is
bathing,

before the puddle
vanishes
back to the heavens
from whence it
fell into the
Ocean.

The poet, Rumi,
said we are
as those drops
in the Ocean
of the Divine,
each Beloved
Drop containing
the Ocean,

but some
prevaricating
priests want
you to believe
the droplet sliding down
that tankard of stout, or
the ones streaming
from the showerheads
in that Shelter for
the Hapless,

are eternally
separate from
their kin in
the Holy Font.

(Photo by Navi; UnSplash)