(Lion of Judah – Sophie Wilkins)
Don’t take away my hope,
it isn’t yours to steal
Stop right there
Keep your hands where I can see them.
Don’t take away my hope
with your “I’m so sorrys” and your pity eyes
with your “get your affairs in order, and line up your ducks 1-2-3”
Oh I’ll line them up alright and shoot their bloody heads off.
BANG BANG BANG
With your “we’re running out of options” that leads me up a cul de sac,
that switches off the light and leaves me groping in the dark
while the walls press in.
Who are you to decide if I have a right to hold onto hope?
That ineffable essence that Miss Emily D once upon a time called
“that thing with feathers that perches on the soul”
YOU may give up on me , YOU may down tools, it may be job done for YOU
But I do not see my life in A to Z .
I don’t want to fit in your box where life is limited by the limitations of your linear
I do not want to fit into a box full stop.
For when you strip away hope from the hopeless there is no life.
And life is more than flesh and breath
Spread the wings and step outside and you will see
possibilities of love and joy and magic and a rising sun and all that
resides in the name of hope.
Maya told us she knew why the caged bird sings,
and now I do too
For you may cage me up in your story of finality,
But I have the key that opens the door from time to time into the halo of divine grace
where I can shelter from the storm.
And I remember nights so golden when the full moon beamed
to light my way
across the desolate moor so I did not stray from the path into danger,
shone as bright as day she did.
And I remember stars so twinkle twinkle
from a billion years away
pinprick beacons like watchful eyes and fireflies
blinking at me like they blinked at my ancestors in days gone by and by.
Highways and skyways
And how they sang to me of how it is, and how it was, and how it shall be
That we are perfect, that all is perfect and exactly as it is meant to be in the
texture and tapestry of all time,
And that we matter no more nor less than we do,
But less than we think we do.
And that matter does not matter
That we are come and we are gone
That we are part of it all and part of nothing
Joined in union eternally where beginnings and endings are just how it is meant to be.
And you and I are but a blink of an eye.
And all that I love
and where it has the grace to fall and be received – is all the hope I need
for it is as true as your fear is false.
I am sad for you, not mad at you
and I stand up and claim it back.
And the ancestors whisper in the trees
that we are all just here to become a memory.
As I look up
the skies are raining feathers
I watch and I watch
as patience rewards
one fine feather drifts down and perches on my soul.