Cherished

Was the second time a siren sang
In that convicted Southern way
I’s given the alright
To take back what I Always knew was right
My Rock, my Desire is right here
Tight here
Or he is nowhere 

Proofless

 Faith again
In Ourselves and the thing guiding this Us
You’ll find the rock
At the center of me
Spinning still

Faith in my hands in your irreverent hair
The earnestness with which you count
Each act of my spine
Hands together applauding
At last faith

As I rocked him

All we want
for the ones we love
is for the rock that knocks
them from their tree
to be Ordained
and fit perfectly
in their palm
as they climb their way back up.

May it be just so
for any and all
who hear our prayer.