There is a scripture buried

in the depth of your womb.

Written in the circle of your hips,

the rocking of your hunger,

and the wildness of your heart.

 

It demands you feel it,

never meant to be held by your mind.

Rising up your spine,

it writes its sounds in your ecstasy

each moan is a revelation.

Sing, it coaxes,

Sing your redemption song.

           -Jacquelyn