Where are we sent from? If not from earth we are
coming, then why leave? We are leaving the breeze
behind that blows pollen through air. Wishing never to
leave in darkness. Knowing that our lives are built around
drab shadows. Lift us by light and surround us by glory, Lord.
We beg of you to leave us clothed. I know we are not proud
of our weakened bodies. Afraid of our skin touching. How
do we create black and white, when Grey is the color of
our insides?

Grey is our sky. When the sun is hidden, we can not
breathe. We must be held in warmth. Our joints must
be broken if refusing to rise. Limbs will become numb.
We’d embrace each other and our bodies over bodies.
Lord, wrap your breath around our nakedness and put on
your brights. Watch us squeal and try to bend. We will
face our awakening above all things.