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The descendant of the Spanish Friar says:

What I am selling to you is
Water, something to drink

It is more than that
It is also something to sprinkle
Your forehead
And you become holy
Free from sin
You pay for holiness

Now walk on the aisle
Of the church
And how they look at you
A holy man
Because of my holy water

And you will have a halo
And you become radiant
Radioactive perhaps

I repeat I do not just sell water to drink
It would just be ordinary

I am selling to you purity of soul
I am selling to you a future in heaven

Come now, buy water
Sprinkle your souls
Make them holy
Sprinkle them to all
Parts of your body

Meanwhile, there will be no mass
For the coming week
I will be on honeymoon with the woman
Who got the water from the well

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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