Together we mined our histories with feathers.
We remembered when lies blew out the light,
leaving us partially blind,
imprisoning all we held precious.
One of us kicked in her own blood,
another wandered lost in the valley of the shadows,
another carried water for others while dying of thirst.
Some of us witnessed demons.
Others, the blood-letting of fake love.
Most of us, the disintegration of longing,
sound thinking, free choice.
We revealed how we were captured,
where we stayed stuck,
what we lost in isolation.
As we shared, our words took on wings,
flew us out the doors of our self-protection,
landing us safely into the Overcomer’s holy arms.
And there we were, and here we are.
Living cathedrals, free as birds,
bathed in tears, echoing with desire,
overcoming in the shelter of the