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Baptism of Our Lord A

Matthew 3:13–17

And when Jesus had been baptized, just as he came up from the water, suddenly the heavens were opened to him and he saw the Spirit of God descending like a dove and alighting on him. And a voice from heaven said, “This is my Son, the Beloved, with whom I am well pleased.” (Matt 3:16–17)

A break in the clouds split the God-barrier open

the heavens sang and summoned him as benevolence

but then, as always happens and must happen,

the closing, the occlusion of the space between

Whether Jesus’ baptism or your own plunging initiation,

perhaps a mystical desert epiphany of dazzling diamond light,

a Himalayan climb into oxygen-starved euphoric heights,

or a canyon ramble descending to depth and profundity,

whether pharmaceutical prescriptions for bliss and dreamland

or wild fungus visions of you outside yourself in glory

You will always re-enter your mundane moment—

like Jesus walking on from the Jordan to middling towns—

you trod again the profane path of normalcy: a breakfast egg,

a morning kiss, money spent, ICU waiting room, neat whiskey,

forest walks, a desk and its chair, all so thick with obfuscation

yet the wonder of it all