Woman In Linen
Photo Credit: Chandra Oh
The love you promised doesn’t ever leave me alone. But it also doesn’t always show up. There are words. And bread. And wine. But I want a hand to hold. Call me Thomas. Show me the flesh and the hand holes.
My body grew soft. Dressed in raw linen. Waiting for the lesson that longing brings. When I was ready. I stepped into that body. Holding the dead ways of living. Spun it. Three-stranded, naming it wisdom.
She walks in beauty. Hips heavy with life. Hands drenched in honey. Wisdom street-walking. Lavender singing. Ringing the bell. Silver-stranded and ancient. She walks in beauty. Cosmic bride.
