Marked by Love

Waiting.
Waiting to be marked.
Waiting for my radiation tatoos.

I recall a story I've written for children.
The baptism of Jesus.

"The heavens open,
a gentle dove descends,
Jesus hears God's words,
'You are my beloved child, marked by love.'"

My marking begins.
Peace surrounds me.
I hear God's quiet voice,
"You are my dear child, marked by love."

God is with me.
My body carries a permanent, new marking,
a marking of love.-sm