Baptism

Washed, sprinkled, plunged,
  renewed in the waters.
Something has happened,
  without our even knowing.
We are claimed, forgiven,
  fresh, new we come.
To the edge of community,
  gathered by the baby,
The celebration, the love
  of God made apparent.
Because we remember we
  almost died passing through
The womb of our mother,
  we now return to the
Womb who made us, apparent
  in the babe, child, teen, adult.
Because we were always meant
  to see the divine life in us.