Friday, July 6, 2012

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.
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."

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