The King is Here ~
by Olga Rosales
He arrived today
cut me open
beginning at my feet
fillet up my legs
until calf couldn’t hold itself up
until exposed knee throbbed
until my battered heart
cried out
King
He arrived today
made me vulnerable
naked and resolved
pulling at His moons
summoning His stars
filing the void of me
until my limbs bled out
Grace
well pleased
among His martyrs
in His world’s throat
all shouting praise
in unison
My King is here
Our King is here
The King is here
I heard an echo long dead
felt breath on my cheek
forgotten and suffocated by all
I traded sin too
He cut me open today
flesh fallen to His masses
covering His oceans
revealing His gospel’s sustenance
making my life
an undercurrent
I’ve been chasing
things I’ve falling into bottles
for and with
smoked into pipes
and down drains
because of
undressed into corners
I was never meant to feel safe in
never meant to mold my forgotten
of a decade’s long facade
wallpapering my ghosts
while profiles of my father
paint the sky
while my long since passed first lover
plays with my hair
both weeping on bending knees at His throne
for my days long reckoning
waving white flags on my behalf
or at least that’s what I tell myself
as the only idea that helps me sleep at night
when I land too far
from a bottle top shelf
with no foot stool
come home
and so I do
to find my King
serene in His turbulence
offering convicting exoneration
forgiven
I learn to walk again
with anguished filled eyes
with scraps for skin
with regret for bone
with lies for veins
decayed organs I didn’t know I still harbored
as the devils parting gifts
nonetheless
forgiven
I will not fathom
another moment
without the only stitch love itself
has sown together
I will not fathom
another moment
Without scripture ringing from sea shells
carving theology into this bared soul
backwards
facing a one way mirror
between My Savior
and this drenching doubt
From the end of a sentence
to it’s beginning
I decode in title case
for nothing else sufficient
this body no use
my past a wasteland
and it sings...
I have not evolved beyond the need for God
My King
is all I know
He is all I can know
His daughter
This servant walks again
