Poem for Worship

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