Baptismal

Baptize me, and let it stick this time
Lead me to the chapel
Past the pews of stone
On the robed oriole’s call to worship 
Let the bees murmur the liturgy
Let celandine preach
           The substance of things hoped for
And a westerly breeze
         Evidence of things not seen
Let me take in remembrance
           Morel and berry
          The body and the blood
Let the pewter chalice of the cloud
          Drench my head
Let Orion rise, and lead the vespers
And Venus in the southwest blaze Amen