Hyssop

I wade out into the water; turn onto my back and allow myself to float.
My hair spreads out like roots around me.
No splash.
No wave to rock me.
Here is stillness.

What is a day, but the hour?

Hyssop rises with its rich fragrance seeping into me.
No song.
No melody.
My sacrifice, a broken spirit.
I blink away the river water that has reached the corners of my eyes.
Studying each piece of the omnipotent sky
my chest tightens.
I take in one deep, long breath
and allow myself to surrender to the weight of the river.
Finally, my back knocks against the bed.
My arms drop slowly.

Darkness.

What is an hour, but the moment?

A heartbeat plays in my head.
A booming so loud it awakens me.
I see the babe.
Her round cheeks, closed eyes.
Her neck cradled by the one who begins.
Atonement pours into my lungs, fills my chest
It rises above me, pulling me to the top of the water.
I study each piece of the omnipotent sky.
I let the water fall from the corners of my eyes.
Vows drip from my lips.
My acceptance, your assurance, I now can breathe.

This is sacred, this is us.

Hyssop

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