Swallowed in the lapping waters,
I rose again, sealed and assured
by this resurrection movement
of the work already started.
As surely as salt waves swept over skin,
my fevered body raised to celebration song from the shore,
so also has Christ bound me up with Himself,
dying in weakness and rising to have everything.
Raised with a shout over thrilling deliverance
and chilling baptistry waters,
he was given sign and seal
on our first date, as he ran hard out of darkness
into marvelous light, and
joined steps with me. We help each other
keep steady on since rebirth
and until death divides us.
The gift is kind – for us, forgetful –
And this is the Gospel to see and celebrate
with fresh air, remembering our own going under and
coming up with Christ.
The newest, sister, was sung over, too
as we saw with cleared eyes
and took heart in today’s dry valley
of pride and angry fist-shaking,
because we are not complete, but on our way there.
We are winning – by strength outside our limited
selves, the strength of the eternal
Son, baptized in our skin, obedient for us – and
with us till the good end.