TWELVE OXEN
The twelve oxen stand silent and valiant
in the baptistery,
Waiting for the patrons to arrive standing
so patiently.
Each one carrying his fair share of weight
on his strong back,
Twelve noble creatures, grace and beauty
they do not lack.
Each, as a tribe of Israel awaiting the great
millennial day,
When all will be gathered so the scriptures
kindly say.
It is great to see the youth come do work
so willingly,
Saviours on Mount Zion these stalwart
ones will be.
The youth of Zion should not falter as
they so serve
In God’s holy temple and a crown of glory
they will deserve,
As I see them quietly waiting to be baptised
or confirmed,
I wonder how long those people dead, have
for this day yearned?

(Millicent) Ann Margetson 6 May 2004