the providence of her wings
may I hold your heart in my palms

The providence of her wings
soaring above my valley of shadows
reminding me to look up
to raise my eyes
to see the world anew
I feel the terror in my bones
and dark shivers up my spine
your soul chose this vessel
this time and place to love
unearthing history's hidden skeletons
we dance with them and uncover the glory beneath
shrouded in yesterdays bloodshed
and our adoration of power
Blindly forgetting true power comes from within
and our devotion to every seed of life
we gaze at the gentle flourishing of our destiny
blooming from the center
our hearts beat as one
and our souls cry for freedom
as we yearn to honor every soul and every color
may I hold your heart in my palms
to hear the story of your loss
may I remember with you
to aid in holding the weight
of the ineffable mourning
may we gently entangle with one another
like the tender weeping willow
let us roar like the ocean
and explode like stardust
knowing our souls chose these vessels
this time and place
to love and surrender
to love and surrender
to love and surrender
-Rachel Helten © May 2021
About the Creator
Rachel Helten
Rachel is an interdisciplinary artist based on the unceded indigenous land belonging to the Coast Salish peoples, xʷməθkwəy̓əm (Musqueam), Skwxwú7mesh (Squamish), Stó:lō (Stolo), and Səl̓ílwəta/Selilwitulh (Tsleil-Waututh) Nations.



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