Sunday

Tomorrow
I will wash my face & shave my legs
I will wear a grey dress that makes me feel smart & hides my scars
My red shoes will gleam
& I will step into an old building with pretty glass
Tomorrow, I will seek God

Tomorrow
I will remember when I was a child & free
I will whisper to my soul's Lover of that night when His presence drenched & healed
My hazel eyes will shimmer
& I will move beyond what I see to what is
Tomorrow, I will give thanks for long-needed soul food

Tomorrow
I will not hide in the shadows, pain-colored & bruise-enhanced
I will shed my oily rags & carefully applied masquerades
My scars will show
& I will not care who sees
Tomorrow, I will show I know God.