clementine

some unspeakable, untenable, unrighteous thing in me, my daughter, yields to you. 

i cut your fruits with crafting scissors and sense your mischief from other rooms. 

God and I speak now solely of you.  my Spirit authority sits in a drawer — i wield it only against the rash on your neck and the rasp in your throat. i sow just for your growing.

the chains come off to lift you High.  you're all i can stand to surrender — you will not be scarred from the gouging claim and hungry teeth i tend to leave on everything else that is good.  i do not consume you. you are your own force. i yield. 

He filled the cracks in the walls when the world tried to eat you. by His hands, you slipped the noose. by His hands, i severed the cord, and you hit the ground running, into long-life in His glory. 

He funneled the breath from my lungs into yours, and dripped through your needles, and spoke through your wires. every ounce gained has been worthy of praise — my knees are 15 pounds bloody this morning. 

there's prophecy upon you: everyone who loves you will be divinely refined. you have been made untouchable. what lives between my ribs is locked away at the sight of your crooked smile.  there's regenerative power in your healing gift. there is a place for you. 

i saw His hand guide your first tentative steps. His light's in your eyes. i allow Him to love me when you cry to be held, when you sweat in your sleep, when you laugh. 

i received impartation of all i never was: of innocence and joy, and wonderment and fire. i carry it back to you like water from the well. i am the cord. i do not want to be, for i am unworthy, but He chose for us.

i do not die when i should. i do not die when i'd rather. the anointing does not allow it. you sing and i breathe underwater. 

i am not sick when we read, learn, and play. i am not sick when you're sticky, sweet, and mean. i am not sick when i see what you see: through shiny, curious new lens — witnessing Creation rebuild itself bone by bone before you each day. 

so break my glasses. vomit down my shirt. rip the house to pieces. shove your little hands in my plate.  be chaos. be loud. take your fill. it is all yours. you come ripe from the vine, with Kingdom business. i yield.