Because We Have a Song To Sing
you ask me to believe
i'm left wondering
about the colour yellow
are women meant to be hidden
behind burkas of black
or a bluebird's blue?
to disappear
into daylight,
is it for God or the lusts
of men? are not women jewels wherever
we are and whatever we wear?
tell me, is Christianity American
and Judaism Israeli and how did
the two get so entwined in Joseph's coat
of many colours? when was there a time
when Jerusalem was built to be divided?
there is a well, Miriam, i'll meet you there,
we'll capture the morning sunrise and embrace
the painted desert with the rhythm of our hearts,
our fingertips will glide along the wheat fields of our
longing, our
hair will come undone, we'll love the God of creation
and we'll make love with his sons
in an oasis of grass, the yellow bird sings not because
it has an answer, but because it has a song.
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