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