I will lean a ladder

against the house and

take a chainsaw

and goggles up onto our roof,

prime the pump and

pull the cord,

and with a tape measure

and an undying belief,

will cut a hole in the spot

that is directly above our bed.

Because, you see,

a storm is coming –

you can smell it in the air –

and I want it to wash us clean of

past bruises and current sins,

and, through the hole,

allow God to witness a baptism

that will fix what His original one

could not.

–

“Baptism” originally appeared in ‘The Amethyst Review’