At times the transgression of my hands and iniquity of my mind

Berate me, shake me and scare me till to darkness I bind

And in shadows, sorrows find.


Those were yesterdays.


These days, when the wind whooshes through

The button holes in my shirt and embraces my chest

Like it kisses the bees and carries the seeds

And the sun pours light into pores and sinks life into skin

Trickling honey onto lips and anointing me like I’m prophet and king

At last I know to speak to my soul with kindness



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