There is Such Thing.
There is such thing as a soul birth.
A pushing, pulsing, downward drop towards light.
A quiet, sloppy, slipping into life
with new eyes and clean hands.
There is such thing as a soul stretch.
A scratching, cracking, dry skin-
a groaning, moaning, ache of sinewy-strength
winding into flesh and bone.
There is such thing as a soul scream.
a fall-to-my-knees, jerk of control from under my feet.
A pounding, bleeding, question
like a God-knife at my throat.
There is such thing as a soul cry.
A joy cry. A dead-is-risen, resurrection cry.
A rescued-freedom chant beating out
of me like Hallelujah.
There is such thing a a soul song.
A throbbing, rising, love song.
A weaving, winding of voices into one song.
A this-is-finally-forever song.
There is such thing.
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