CLEAN, SWEEP
so beyond beautiful.
these words like a release.
i breathe. breathe.
the sound is electricity.
bend under your own sound moving in the room.
hanging above me like a chandelier.
and whisper whoa.
wrapped in a blanket.
and i can release.
how you enter with us.
you enter me and clean, sweep,
whoa, reminding me who i am,
the girl you made.
your daughter, your sister, your friend. your lover.
you love my bare feet. even the toe that i messed up in denver. that's so cute to you.
you loved me trusting you when it hurt so bad i had to scream.
you loved me seeing jonathan loving me somehow. with the love you breathed into him.
you love my yearning for quiet, for stillness.
this is something new, yes.
you love that i just want to be here in this room. always.
you love my dreams about the living room.
you love my desperate mornings.
i'm beautiful even with only twenty minutes
and flat hair and a shiny face.
you love the art behind my ears.
a flag like the ocean.
tracing air like our hearts do
like the wind that blows wherever it pleases
like a sound heard but not seen
unknown home, unknown destination
is everyone born of the Spirit.
i feel you.
a letter to you.
the world was not worthy of them. they wandered in deserts and mountains, living in caves and in holes in the ground.
these were all commended for their faith, yet none of them received what had been promised, since Yahweh had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.
therefore, strengthen your feeble arms and weak knees. "make level paths for your feet," so that the lame may not be disabled, but rather healed.