- inspired by Emily Dickinson: who saw holiness in most unexpected of places.

Hot showers are almost baptisms
because you have the painfully mortal choice 
to either speak to God or wash your hair.
Maybe you find Him in the bubbles 
that slide down the drain like sand in a sifter.
Hear Him in the screeching of the shower head 
as you scrub the dirt clean from your arms.
Feel Him in scalding water as the burn consumes you 
because Hell is not as fiery as the preachers say it is.
The heat caresses you like a sacred prayer 
one you would hear at funerals with few people there.
And when you shave your legs you think of Eve; 
if even she needed to have smooth skin to be loved.

You wonder if He is listening in on all of your thoughts—
the one’s where you question your faith; 
the one’s where you desire more than Him; 
the one’s in which your brio may be vanity;