Poem June 18, 1984 Issue

Second thoughts on baptism...

HELEN GRANNIS SANBORN

I hadn't known it was all there—
all that honesty, all that innocence

(But hadn't I prayed?
hadn't I asked to see?)

I knew my brother needed more than sprinkling;
the sin soil and the guilt stains
all must be scrubbed away.

But where first to yield?

It was I who needed to wash,
to purify vision
long taught a mistaken view.

As inner sight was cleansed,
Adam mist dispelled,
sinner and sin displaced,

there we were. And with his repentance,
he, too, saw—both of us
drenched in love,
Christly-clean, serene.

HELEN GRANNIS SANBORN

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