Baptism In a sanctuary that seats 600 for mass, fourteen people gather in love, holding my Buddhist son as the priest’s dog Tucker, wanders A simple table in front of the altar—white cloth, glazed hand-thrown bowl of holy water three times Father Simon dips his hand blesses Bird’s bowed head sacred love fills the place spilling beyond After, I ask my middle-aged son who understands nothing is separate how he reconciles the doctrine of God the Father He replies with light-filled eyes
It was a very special morning. And now I know my son has spiritual community, less than a block from his home. Would I have chosen Catholicism for him? No. I was thrilled when he took refuge as a Buddhist. But his life, his to choose--and the people are very beautiful. And I think he knows he needs community.
So sweet, especially those last two lines that both land the poem so nicely and make me smile!
It was a very special morning. And now I know my son has spiritual community, less than a block from his home. Would I have chosen Catholicism for him? No. I was thrilled when he took refuge as a Buddhist. But his life, his to choose--and the people are very beautiful. And I think he knows he needs community.
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yes, and he knows that!
"...sacred love fills the place spilling beyond." Another baptism, perhaps..."
Yes. I think for all of us. Certainly for Bird and me.
This little gem, splendid!
Thank you! It was an amazing morning. Sacred light filled that space built for 600.
I love this, and his answer! Meditating, and a little twist of mind.
I love the interspiritual tone of this poem, and the agility of mind
How special