Consecration
I declare aloud with harried breath & stuttering heart my gratitude for
the angels/spirits/ancestors who protected me home yesterday as
I sped on the expressway expressing panic & urine, unable to see
to inhale, to exhale without electric friction, without head-full praying
to arrive alive, the fear was real, I did not want to die & I didn’t.
I believe in the sanctity of divine protection as my body lets loose
its grip on the necessity of oxygen – it only knows itself & its boundaries
currently elastic-ing between heal & surrender. I will complete daily
consecrations, kneeling into the yes of living because that is what love
divines. Though my head rejuvenates in the clouds, I confess to the
joyful ecstasy of feet on the ground, grinding toes in time’s planet church.
VANESSA SHIELDS 