Revival's Dance

To jump and fly above the pit

Of despair, as I run to you—

I feel the lift of many years

Waiting with Wisdom, who always knew.

The hunt is now, and you are mine

My eyes pierce through the haze

My legs obey the pulse of breath

Sweat beads from a heart ablaze.

I need you more than I ever knew

For whispers and watching eyes

Dragged me down into that pit—

Where Doubt and Fear devised their lies.

But as I looked and saw the light

Of a brand-new dawn arise

I felt the hand of hope again

And stood with fire in my eyes.

For in that pit so deep and dark,

I heard the voice of truth

I am no slave to Fear or Shame—

Just a Queen with no crown or proof.

Now I know my worth, my name

So, I run and leap—no stunt!

I chase the crown of recognition and grace

This is mine to win: the hunt.

Through valleys deep and mountains high

I seek, I search, I lunge

In rivers wide and waters cold

I survive—my body a sponge.

Of fight, not flight, and neither fawn

I no longer grow tired or weak

For I know the reward that my people need—

So, with courage I hunt, I seek.

I’m a warrior, a fighter, I dance to truth

Enduring trials that forged armour so strong

With ancestors standing and some dancing with me—

It is today, the present, I sing my song.

I hunt with urgency for my people

To put sound to the silence of voice

For colonization did try to destroy

Through invasion and no choice.

But Wisdom and Time do dance with me

With rhythm they’ve held in their hands

We twist, we twirl, to the heart of our truth

We dance, and move, to the hunt on our lands.

As the day rolls with frenzy and so fast

While I dance this hunt my way through

I begin to grow weary and need to rest—

I see in this hunt our numbers are few.

So, we rest together, but we do not yield

We let our hearts repair

We soothe our souls with song and breath

And will hunt with lungs filled with air.

This hunt, we speak, is not for wealth

Nor for greed or renown

It is for a life worth living and dancing—

To the beat of our uniqueness and sound.

And to songs that tell our stories

Of a people bold and true

This hunt is for revival—

Freedom afforded few.