Peer into my soul, O Spirit of God
Pry open to see its secret thoughts.
Peel back its hardened scab to uncover its heart,
Pierce sharply to let its purulence run out its flow.
Patiently wait for the tide to ebb and cease
Pour then your oil to heal the festering wound
Pacify and soothe to begin its new birth and coursea
Pack it full with goodness fit for a fresh commence.
Preserve that which remains, recovering the lost
Purify and restore the marred, pattern and practice
Press into your mould the now formless void, making
Peace its defence and rest its delightful repose.
Arise, O Woman, shake off the dust,
Why do you sit with your head in your hands,?
Don’t you know you can’t allow your life to rust,
There is still work to be done before you rest!
Arise, O Woman, shake off your gloom,
Why do you rock and cry as if it is the day of doom!
Don’t you realize life is still full of newness and bloom,
There is much to be done so don’t be overcome!
Arise, O Woman, shake off the cobwebs and frost,
What do you mean when you say all is lost!
Don’t you catch that this just a wakeup post,
There is still much for you to apprehend and accost!
Arise, O Woman, don’t give up now,
Yes the battle is strong and the sharp winds do blow!
Don’t let go of what is yours and in self-pity wallow,
Be strong, our God is mighty and He won’t let you go!
Sabina Tagore Immanuel