She’ll set the world on fire if we let her spirit be!
Dreaming of colored robes in a box,
she draws closer to the flames.

She sails the ocean of His words, thirsty for sacrifice,
says, Mother give those hugs to others than me,
Divide that gift of fruit so everyone can share...

She prays that her sisters will recall the scent
they most love, at the very moment of death --
She’ll set the world on fire if we let her spirit be!

Prayerful solitude at midnight,
sweet vectors of fortitude,
prophetic drawings,
unpacking soul garments
from dream boxes,
subtracting self,
dividing gifted fruit to share,
the press of her sisters’ fingers
as they look through prison glass --
Then a defiant flight from gravity,
the earth!

Those seeking to divide will fail,
have not calculated
the divine equation...