Ashes from the fire

Soot in my mouth

Smudge on my cheeks

A woman is screaming

But the dry bones

Lay lifeless.

The spirit whispers

It calls to the dry bones

And they rise

And they breathe

And they are called

White as snow.

She fought for me

Labor and life

Life and rebirth

She fights for me

In the light

I can see her now.

She is Beauty.

For My Mama

Song to Soak: Slow down (Nicole Nordeman)