IN THE BAPTISTRY
Working in the baptistry preparing for the youth to come
I could feel the spirits waiting for their work to be done,
A bustle of excitement wafted through the silent air,
I wondered just how many were patiently waiting there.
I could hear a sound like a breeze in some lofty trees,
Or the call of far distant waves of some mighty seas,
A feeling of hope, longing and joy was there that night,
Had my spiritual eyes been open, what a spiritual sight.
The youth came in reverence, quiet as they could be,
I wonder if they felt those spirits waiting to be set free?
Everything went smoothly, love dwelt in each heart
As a small group of youth so willingly did their part.
I could tell by their eyes and the way home they went
That they knew for a few souls they had been heaven sent,
Many spirits went on rejoicing along the path of light
And will be eternally grateful for the youth last night.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson May 21, 2003