By His Word
he gathered the waters
to one source and made boundaries for it;
he weighed the water
with his hands
and made springs into rivers;
he watered the earth by
the rising of the rivers.
As the rain comes down
and brings forth seed,
So shall His Word be.
It shall not return to Him without fruit.
From the temple courts
come waters
that rise until they
become a river that heals all
creatures that live in
its waters, and they shall not die.
He shall sprinkle clean
water
Bless this water unto
healing
A holy water
A water for the remission of sins
A water of purification
A water for the salvation of body, soul, and
spirit
A gift of purity and love for each other.
You who are thirsty,
come to the water.
*Yesterday, Thursday of this Coptic Easter week, was the
Mass of the blessing of the waters from 8:00 to 12:00. The poem above was
arranged from some of the readings pertaining to water. A central part of this
service is the blessing of water in a large basin by the presiding bishop or priest, who dips his cross into it. This water is then used to “wash the feet” of the parishioners. Actually, the men file to the front and have their
ankles rubbed with a wet wash cloth and wiped with a towel. Another priest
takes a pitcher of the water and uses a brush to apply the water, in the form
of the cross, to the foreheads of the women. Someone who knows me happened to
sit beside me and made sure I had my application of water!
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