Carry me when my legs give out, he said. 

We did not expect this bramble, 

this thick of thorns. 

You always see us running to anywhere 

but where we're meant to: 

the belly of the sea. 

Breathing in the womb. 

The surrogate mouth of divinity. 

And we're scraping our hands across 

these skinny wrists. 



We have seen Your labor, 

this looming mountain 

this foaming sea 

this endless field of briars. 

We have seen You. 



I want to tell You when I see You 

that I've done the best with what I've had 

just like You did. 

We want Your favor 

and I'll ask again tomorrow. 



I want to tell You when I see You 

that I've done the best with what I've had 

just like You did. 

Oh I could not, I could not wait to be let out. 

I'll ask again tomorrow. 

And I will not, I will not be found wanting in Your house