Baptism

The Church welcomes you little one,
With your small head bobbing,
Your eyes lighting on this, then that.
The Priest intones the words of the ritual,
Pouring holy water,
Calling a baby to faith and obedience.

But as she rests on her mother’s shoulder
Listening to her voice
And gazes at her father’s face
Listening to his voice
She takes the offered hand
And draws them into her life.

WeaverRose
January 2007