In Memory of Stella Hult (1923-2012)

Life began and early you heard

Words beyond your tender comprehension:

"I baptize you," he said.

"See there, you're dead.

Now,...

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit

Rise, Stella, rise."

....

What a surprise!

Somehow clinging to fickle water,

Was a promise.

"You are my daughter."

Life has now ended and still you will hear

Words that defy every measure:

"Come now, Beloved,

My promise is sure,

Sealed against tarnish and age.

Now raised again you will see at long last

The one in whose image you were made."