The half-hearted phoenix has a way with words,
slit my throat and throw me in the fire
and I’ll raise up, the discouraged,
courageously owning myself,
the miracle feathered firebird
of life.
I am only half the size of the Earth today,
but tomorrow I will span the skies,
winged by the sundrop goldilocked
cloudbursts of dazzled dawn.
I will wear the kiss of Elohim
upon my cheek.
