This was written in response to DVerse’s haibun free for all. The topic was pretty much anything that actually happened to you.
It was a waterfall: the clove-spiced oil streaming down my face, from just above my head, through my long hair, even into my mouth as it journeyed down my chin, on to the waiting white towel around my shoulders. It was wonderful, this ceremony, being sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit, and my whole family celebrating. Family, friends, and even strangers commemorating this step: I have decided to follow Jesus, even to a new place.
Arid summer day,
Living water courses through
Souls, brought together.