Bare

Breath rattles in these lungs,

Still going and going

The monotonous accompaniment of being.

Sweet air crisp on my bare shoulder

Leading me to the fragility of my soul, my God

How

A break in the lament of our lives

We pause to shift our eyes

To what

To where

To whom

(Who cares?)

You care.

Are You—

There?

Sweet Ecclesiastes,

My soul wrestles bare beneath these crisp skies

Hazel eyes grasping forward clinging to air

But falling there.

Dirt heckling into pores unspoken

My God “us” is so broken

Why

You will not leave me here in my tender vulnerabilities--

You are with me.

I still question how Your wisdom is bigger than what I see, Love.

I question if Trust is illogical.

It is.

The crisp air through my webbed palms--

When will all be set right?

When will women dance in freedom?

When will all be free and flourishing?

When will we celebrate one another--together?

Love, when?

Lead us to the celebration here and now.

Lead us to a Freedom Song.

Lead us to You.

Breath rattles in these lungs,

Still going and going

The monotonous accompaniment of being.

Sweet air crisp on our bare shoulders

Leading us to the fragility of our souls, our God

How