Sing, daughter. Or whisper,
if breath and courage fail.
Hold on to God’s joy
like a life preserver
through disaster & storm.
Hum a lullaby for surrendering
to the Ground that holds the seas,
to the Wild Imagination that
spins distant galaxies.
Tune your harmony while
God writes the melody
of victory by love, of freedom
by the laughter of children,
and most of all of grace
by God’s dissolution of shame
until the whole earth has its tongue loosed
and its breath restored for singing.
Sing, daughter. Sing.
on Zephaniah 3:14-20
