By Heather Prince Doss | May 2022
I will write her
with expressive eyes
deep as the ocean
sparkling as the stars
and just as volatile.
Already what you see is gone.
I will write her
with a heart that breaks
for the stranger in the cold,
the longing in the secret places
the fire that illumines
before it consumes.
I will not write
her consummation.
The end is within me, of course
but also beyond.
(I, too, contain multitudes.)
I will write her
free.
“Poiema” is the Greek word from which the English word “poem” descends. In Ephesians 2:10, the Apostle Paul writes, “We are God’s poiema.”