Saturday, 23 January 2016

into the body

(inspired by 1 Cor 12:12-26 and Matt 6:25-34) 

look at the juncos of the air.
baptized to their bellies
in cold white.
jumping about
for no reason,
a flock all aflutter.

their faith is full
of feathers


when water catches light
and sprinkles our heads,
or swallows us thirstily
in one gulp,
we are all baptized—
paul says—
into the body.

not into a holy idea
or godly doctrine.
not into a heaven
of ghostly reward.
not into an afterlife…
but into full-bodied life itself.

into skin and scar,
bones and breaks.
into birth and breakfast and bathing,
into loving and leaving and loving still,
into a cross and a grave and new life.


look at the juncos of the air.
they neither sow nor reap nor gather into barns.
they hop into the world’s frosty baptismal font
for no reason at all.

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