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’
