Baptized
by Tim Haut

Something wild is here,
Coursing like mountain water
Over rocks,
Carrying life to distant fields.
This baptizing water
Carries us,
Rushes in us
Reaches a deep place,
Like a well
From which we will drink
In the dry days,
Like an ocean
That will gather us in
At the end of our seeking.
It is in us,
This wild and holy thing,
Always reminding us
Of what we are,
Wet cells, quick flesh,
Blood and tears,
Alive,
Giving life 
Stirred by a Spirit
Sweeping over all waters,
Still and always creating
Us and everything
Anew.



(Comments to Tim at timothyhaut@yahoo.com.)
Deep River, CT