Poem: Midnight Fonts

This past weekend I was in San Antonio, Texas with more than 70 other women religious under the age of 50 for the Giving Voice National Gathering. Our time together was blessed as we shared life and space together. The fruit of my own reflection is the poem below… 
This is the land of the water people
The ones who in the middle of the night
with jugs and bottles
souls shaped like cisterns
waiting to be filled.
They kneel low at the spigots
filling their vessels to the brim
These are the ones hauling holy water
the sacrament of the silent hoisting on shoulders
They bear the weight atop their heads 
and believe that this water will work wonders 
in the hearts of the world.