In wrinkled, pungent skin.
In soft, firm hands that guide with confident love.
In the multitude of human shapes, and sizes
All wrapped in baptismal, glorious white
To descend into mercy.
In gentle, knowing hands.
In the soft, blue folds covering fear, and weakness
In the eyes that see the whole person, the whole life
Brought today in desperate, vulnerable hope
for further wholeness.
In the bodies restored to health, to wellness.
In the minds and hearts renewed, reinserted
into the Mystery of the Father’s faithful Love
Incarnate in these waters.
In the fleshiness of serving persons with our bodies
In the bodiliness of serving pilgrims in their flesh
In the real, cold wetness of these waters, still
Bringing new creation to His creatures
Through this physical sacrament.
In the Creator hidden as bread,
to walk these roads daily with his children.
In the Savior, hidden in man, to take away their sins.
In these waters, made with the purpose
Of bringing back to life
through this sacramental,