I watch your back Glisten in the sun Building my church Laying a strong foundation For my temple It is a labor of love
I am waiting now To teach you my gospel Did you see my scripture Ink saturating scrolls So it is written So it is done
We are still in the middle Unfurl me Tender fern in spring They are singing our chorus Beyond the hill Playing stringed instruments Fiddlehead I am not god Or angel Figurehead
I am the woman at the well Bow your head Drink from my cupped hands Communion This is my body This is my bread Sit at my table Feast as if judgement day is here Last supper
I will wash your feet With tenderness With tears With perfume and oil There is no shame in these 4 walls At the alter I say my prayers of thanksgiving That I am no longer 40 years in the desert Burn my offering with sweet oil As the aroma wafts into heaven They will know The prophecy is fulfilled Sins atoned Covenant not broken
We cleanse our selves Before we enter in Into the holy of holies Make our evening bed This curtain was never torn. Not for the dark day Not for the cross Not for sins since the beginning of time Not for the body in the tomb Not for the wailing women Not for the spirits fading in the womb Not for the lamb
You wash my back With holy water I wash yours In the Jordan Today’s baptism renews us This is our small kingdom Bathed in righteousness We are clean in the eyes of God
Lover, it is just you and I Way up here, in the sky When I look at you I am not afraid Of how high we are If you feel fear, my love You do not show it If you are sad darling, cry They are praying for rain below And we have found no gods here
Take me back To the secret garden I have been here too long I am shape shifting Fog passed through me This morning We dissipate It is always this way When the sun rises When your skin warms I am not against it I am not permanent Simply here Weeds peek Through brick walkway Not shy Simply there Stone walls close around me A child castle A world apart Can we not name the shelters we built as children, home? Tell me the difference Between place and memory Cut into bark of a tree It is wick It is green We were young once too Before I knew what permanence was When things were simple Small yellow blossoms Freckle green grass Growing natures way Reaching for the sun Aching for her rays We long too For what warms us Do not name me A dying sun I’m an evening candle Nothing more Simply there
Ask me Where I was before I do not remember Do not ask me What I am afraid of I do not know The fear will not tell me All I know is she is the hunter And I the prey And I do pray But God is not in heaven He does not hear me
The weight of the world Sits different on my shoulders When my head Is resting on your chest My ribs beg to split open To scream, my soft prayers My devotion, into your ears Somehow, when I whisper I love you I hope you hear me
I don’t want you to see me like this I don’t want to experience it, first hand, either I cannot change it I am vulnerable And it has not bode well for me before