It has been a hard day
I slam the door
And the books in me fall off their shelves
Blocking the door
Sealing the world out
As I do the comforting but courageous work
Of putting the books in me back on their shelves
Clearing the doorway with a sweaty-palm reticence
You call my name as though from the other room
In the way only you can
It still has the underwater ring to it
Like how used to call me when I was safely
Ensconced in your belly floartinng in amniotic fluid
You called my name and I was born and
Faced the glare of the world
You call my name
And even though it has no physicality
Since you left me on this side of the veil
It is not silent
The particles of the other room vibrate
Except I know there is no other room
There is the world I need to meet
Lebogang
Give thanks to she who faces the glare of the world
Born... yet again
With Jesus reminding me that
He has overcome the world I'm about to step into
Take heart darling daughter
The world awaits your contribution
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