She comes, as always, eyes on the ground,
feet her frame, dust her distance.
The cause, surely, within her,
out of sight as sky.
He sees what is bent, what is caged,
sees what is tall and straight and strong in her.
Sees what is free in her,
what is noble and beautiful.
Abraham and Sarah.
Lays his hand on the lock,
sets it open.
Now: to see faces.
Heaven is eye to eye.
Horizon given. Distance possible.
To bear a load, to watch a bird,
to see more than one thing at a time.
What she stands for.
Once bent, now sent, she sings.
This is not a faith that wishes,
but that frees.
And ought not this woman,
a daughter of Abraham
whom Satan bound for eighteen long years,
be set free from this bondage on the sabbath day?”
— Luke 13.16
August 20, 2019