the turning earth bare
And shines the fruit of hope in harvest’s air.
I’m waiting for the day
I’m waiting for the day when I will change.
My eyes that saw this world I will not miss—
My ears that heard a language rough and strange
I will not care for. When I’m changed, I’ll kiss
Truth—it will not frighten me. Purified,
My intellect will ponder and approve
Very sure truths that it will see. A Bride
Waits for one day. I’m waiting too. I move
Through days, I work, I watch, I do my part.
I look on truths about myself and hide
From them. My eyes and ears of earth, my heart,
I use—my whole body. Yet crucified
To this world, I wait until I am fit
With my new body—how I long for it!
Befriend me in my shame
Befriend me in my shame. Abide with me—
For everyone with blushes turns away
When I assemble in society.
And I am like a person in a day
Of accolades and parades who is caught
Naked. The birds and beasts all pass on by,
But people don’t. And I feel as a blot
As to a clean new house I brought a sty.
I know that I should rather be alone
Than bring my mess to public properties,
But my sad heart is not a heart of stone,
So I go out where everybody sees.
Help me, acknowledge that you know my name;
Walk side by side with me in my great shame.
I love that I abide in liberty
I love that I abide in liberty.
My chains are soft caressing threads and dreams
Of cherubim that spread their wings for me
To draw me to where all is as it seems
When I look past time to eternal rest.
What is the reason I sing freedom songs?
Ask why a baby robin in a nest
Is singing hymns of soaring with the throngs
Up, up where neither sign nor road nor map
Directs. Because the print is in its heart.
Look up! And you will see no hook or trap,
Just birds that fly without a whip or chart.
God made them so and he made liberty
And in its tender shackles he put me.
In this bad world
In this bad world, bad in spirit and powers,
What can a soul do? How can I go through
To sacred moments when round me are showers,
Slabs of gray that stab from clouds, and those do
Douse the sun from where I am. And the cold
Will come and form the rain into flakes soon.
These natural truths my friend and I behold.
My friend says recall this: the sun and moon
Are just signs for seasons and the rough sky
And frost and snow are in control of one
Who in the heaven of heaven reigns by
Omnipotence. He says and it is done.
She says to think on goodness and its ways,
Like sugar that I crave—sweet sugar grace.
The warfare is accomplished
The warfare is accomplished by his love,
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