HANA MASIKIO - A Blessing

The old woman pushes
Through the post-Baptismal
Mill and murmur

Believer and non alike
Making more noise
Than silence desires

She stands the little child
In front for me to bless

With water 
From the Sacred Font

I kneel to the little one
Who cannot hear

And sadness deepens
In my heart
Whispering to God

Hana
She has no ears
Hana Masikio

Then touch the tender 
Flesh He says
Where ears might be

This part of her beauty

And I obey
And we learn

Listening to each other
With our eyes
The girl and I

I see and hear serentiy
She sees and hears
My prayer

Blessing me with water
From the Sacred Font

Touching the damaged
Parts of me
Pronouncing them

Beautiful