In Your Name

By Sharon Price Anderson

Descending

below all things,

bleeding sorrow

from every pore,

He was fully

bathed in grief

that we might be

cleansed,

rescued from

death and hell.

I descend marble

temple steps, enter

baptismal waters.

Completely immersed,

bearing His name

and yours,

I hold my breath,

emerging, rising.

May you inherit

everlasting life;

together may we

dwell in heaven.