From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
Gathered at the riverside
we question
mandatory participation
in penance preparation
as a voice tells us to turn
and face the dry and lifeless land.
With no ranting
on the wrath of God
we hear reiteration
of continued invitation
and silently assent
to a journey to the new unknown.
Then we turn slow
to see the water surface
undulating ever slightly
and sense a beckoning
by unseen finger
to respond.
Water wading moves
from shallows to the deeps
and though we have
no swimming skills
the transport to the womb occurs
as if we had stood still.