Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Water-Stained Pages in a Missal - poem

Lawrence Hall
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poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

Water-Stained Pages in a Missal

Crinkly, wrinkly pages in a missal
They’re water-stained – how did that come to be?
Maybe it was when the bishop visited
And sloshed us with his shaky aspergillum

Or when an infant at her baptism
Protested the proceedings with a splash
The stains might be from another child’s sippy-cup
Or a careless moment at the holy-water font

And so

The pages aren’t water-stained; they’re water-blessed
With beautiful mysteries – Word, water, and child

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