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
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.
beautiful! xo