May you wash your feathers in light so blinding others cannot bear to behold
May you return from waters deep-
So white and without blemish-
The creatures at your bed’s end cower from your glory
May they fear the turn of your heel and flee from your footsteps
You- without fault-
Holy
Your skin sits in pudges
Your hair stands on end
Your jaw is set too strong
Lips far too much like a man’s
Can you see your Father’s reflection?
Holy like his Bible
Holy like his morning devotion
You can be too much
And by God
There it is again
You are your Father’s reflection
Staring back at the ******
What righteous defiance god shows in the face of his creation’s howling
May they all tremble.