The Concealed

I am calling the concealed 

The ones in the background 

Announcing a new dispensation 

Release your peculiar sound

Come sing your brave song

In dry places you found your voice 

Time to take your place

You will be an oasis

Rescuing and preparing

My church of the days to come

You know the pain of dying

To your dreams

Your aspirations

Your connections

The ones you love

I asked much of You

You surrendered it all

The losses and the pain

Were part of My plans

Your death was worth awakening

To new atmospheres in Me

The spaces I am taking you

You need to travel light…

I in You

You in me

Our new normal…

— Ebigale Wilson