My baptism, sometimes, helps me overcome
the bumps in the road;
there’s nowhere but up.
I learn to better trust others
(didn’t two hands take me under?)
when I recall the drenching of myself,
all coverings for naught,
and all of me rising body, mind, and soul
to clapping affirmations from others
(like God, for me, not against),
and the voice of my own “Hallelujah!”
Remembering the rite, I am encouraged,
and I muse at how living water flows from us.
May people, blessed by the anointing upon us,
come to be just as disarmed,
as we were at our baptismal submission.
the bumps in the road;
there’s nowhere but up.
I learn to better trust others
(didn’t two hands take me under?)
when I recall the drenching of myself,
all coverings for naught,
and all of me rising body, mind, and soul
to clapping affirmations from others
(like God, for me, not against),
and the voice of my own “Hallelujah!”
Remembering the rite, I am encouraged,
and I muse at how living water flows from us.
May people, blessed by the anointing upon us,
come to be just as disarmed,
as we were at our baptismal submission.
