Pondering my penitence, my alleluias are silent.
I reflect in silence, feeling my separation from God,
In exile, in the wilderness, I wait beyond Babylon.
Buried in the water of my baptism, I wait…
Wait for germination; hidden, silent, gravid;
Expectant, watchful, I anticipate transformation.
As Spirit hovers over the foaming waters of creation
Swirling the winds of change, of time,
I await, I await, I await the return of joyful alleluias.