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
Lele Muthali 