Harvest Floods

17.10.25

She comes to the river,

when waters should swallow the banks.

And the Jordan opens

before her into the Pride of Canaan.

Each step is inheritance —

a girlhood stitched in Jordan’s hem,

a womanhood painted in Jordan’s hue,

In the promise she murmurs

Holy Holy Holy

for the river that stands in a heap,

and that salvation makes a way at all.

-Lele

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