Salted Tongue

This is an expert from “sUNDAY sCHOOL: The B.Riche Gospel.” Want more? Donations accepted via tithe.

Have you never heard them call to you and
let the corners of your
mouth fall loose,
unfurl your brow,
let your belly soft
and say to it:
No.

Is it shame that demands you obey?
Or be it envy?

Like the tall grasses
looking to the meadow,
mistaking their own
sway for small?

Like the lion sharp and tall
curled on a warming rock,
still yearning for the
stars who made her?

You’ve been given
the salted tongue,
the fire that lights the sun.

Your mane is of sails
that carry you from yesterday
to sunrise, the first.

And never does it dare look back.

You are called to look
upon a thing and say:
No.

And again you are called upon to defy.

You are destined.