You moved into the blue as we watched, shorebound.
Speaking words of meaning, the pastor dipped you back.
Engulfed for a moment, then with a rush you rose.
Streams ran off your hair, shoulders straightened,
a tense gasp for air gave way to allayed smile.
We cheered together from dry land –
for the water, for the beauty,
for the profound grace
descending all around.
In eagerness you came ashore to share your joy and bask in ours.
Your wet embrace was cool, somehow sanctifying.
We wear our baptisms differently, imperfectly.
We dry off. We need reminders.
Of all the things that ought to cling
is the going down as old and the coming forth as new.
Yet we need embraces
to pass around the water,
reminding us we are
but partial people,
mended by mercy,
in holy love.
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Hey Dave, good to see your contribution and hope you are doing well. Really enjoy reading the little resume about what you are doing and reminiscing to a much earlier time in our lives. T
Lovely, Dave; thank you. It’s the second poem by a scientist I’ve read in a week. I know some of the poetry in science itself,and I love that scientists are poets too.
Mended by mercy, wetted together in holy love. Amen. Oh, and – don’t we wear our baptisms so differently?? Dare we not be an exclusive people.
So rich. So good.
Resonated deep within me, Dave. In some ways it is how I feel with the CRC. I am glad we are on this journey together.
Such a beautiful poem.