I've got a furtive heart shyly glancing
I’ve got lists of words and transliterations and translations, Grammar rules scribbled, later found to be unintelligible
I’ve got a vacuum of dreams; Something about war that steals the hope for the future, the proximity of good too distant to be laid hold of
I’ve got a weariness in my bones, cold and scoured by the wind of sighs and water of tears
I’ve got lifted hands, upraised and emptied, waiting to be filled
I’ve got self control, perseverance and joy, I administer compassion to myself and my enemies
I’ve got a reward I’m leaning into, a face shining from a recent conversation about glory covering the land as the sky encompasses and holds the whole earth
I’ve got a song, a new song unfurling like a banner, carried by many who belong to each other and raise their voices in thankful union; body and blood communion; held and holy.
