From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Baptized once with water
ceremonially
or bathed in childhood
or perhaps alone with tears
or saved from certain drowning
or drenched with raging rain
some experience of water
has impressioned us
with grave importance
of the power it has
and when we hear the story
of those on whom the splashing
was accompanied by words
of cleansing to embrace new life
we wonder as we later ponder
other needed rituals of water
and a wrestling then with life
to find a newness never found
not knowing where or even if
a new one could be had without
a certain rite in which
a cleric spoke convincingly
of purity and sanctity
that made us
not only know in mind
but feel in heart
a sense that some rare grace
indeed had come to take us
not so much from something old
as into something new
and being clothed
in fresh washed white
drink water as if holy wine.