three blessings for my girl
she steps down into the font
of (very! I am later told) warm water,
and is buried, and raised again; then
husband confirms baptized daughter.
“The world that you live in is a beautiful one.
It is also dangerous, and slippery.”
her first world was that, as well.
but she, a somnolent fish, floating in bliss
and mostly unaware of the world,
never perceived danger, couldn’t know this.
“So we bless you now with gifts that will
enable you to pass through it unharmed.”
she’s encircled, entirely, by men.
“we bless you now with gifts”—all I can see
is their legs like some forest of kelp, and the silver
flash of her sandals; anyway, the gifts are three.
“We bless you first with the gift of vision,
that you will know at all times who you are.”
the journey of a lifetime winds through unlit
pools, reflecting darkly. but “when messengers come
from your Mother and from your Father, you
will recognize them” and know whom they are from.
“We bless you also with the gift of power. You will not
succumb to lies, slander and false claims of authority.”
yes, this. if I know one thing, it is that the tide
of lying tongues will sometime turn and drag her down
to where she thinks all hope is gone. it isn’t true.
she has the gift of power, and she will not drown.
“We bless you, finally, with the gift of feeling love—
you will have the capacity to love, and be loved.”
there is a well inside my girl filled so inexhaustibly
with love that she will always be awash, replete.
she will breathe love in and breathe love out.
love is her third gift (plus a bonus one: “quick feet”!)
“Remember that Mother and Father in Heaven
are watching you, loving you, and waiting for you.”
we watch and love her too, “we” her father
on earth, and “we” her earthly mother
who made her, and caused her to be
born into one life, and then into another.