Just a few weeks ago, two things happened.

I went to the Laity Lodge retreat and was “baptized” with a freedom I still long to recapture. And one of my Team members who I care about very much did not go, because things got in the way.

Maybe this is why I was drawn to Glynn’s poem, for the “triggers writing prompt.” Baptism is an event that marks a moment, but it doesn’t mean things won’t get in the way in the future. We may still face absence, and it may still propel us to further baptisms of a sort.

Anyway, from Glynn then— the poem I’m featuring for our last RAP…

Baptism

Unwrapped from its swaddling
of brown paper, it sits rather
knowingly, a smile on its surface
shining blue and brown and green
and sand, the colors of its origin,
the colors of its impetus,
an impetus born of absence
that propelled it northward
from the hills. I baptized it today
with coffee.

All Random Acts of Poetry Participants

Maureen’s Odds Are

Monica’s Poured and Shaped

Erin’s Speaking of Fractions

Karin’s No Boasting Here and Ready to Run

Glynn’s Bowl of Fortunes

Sandra’s It Will Not End Up Here

Rosanne’s Straws of a New Order

Mug photo by Kelly Sauer. Used with permission. Post by L.L. Barkat. Visit L.L. at Seedlings in Stone, for more on writing, poetry, art and life.

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