Posted by on Nov 2, 2012 in Uncategorized | 1 comment

When I write poetry like this, I feel naked…exposed…like a fraud.  But if you've prayed for me (whether or not you've told me you have), I hope you can read between the lines and hear what I'm saying.  If not, just know I'm grateful and humbled by friends and family who love me enough to remember me in the presence of the King; I offer this with love and grace to you all.

 

Sister Song


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smoke signals divided the sky

warriors heard their muted cry

no one asking why

running with quivers full

 

launching arrow

flight like sparrow

piercing the marrow

invisible duel

 

spirits attuned

saboteur impugned

binding the wound

solemn convention

 

life's inventory

victory's glory

telling its story

Divine's sweet intention

 

Selah.