This Defining Day

Healing happens.
I feel unction in my soul.
Wonder dances in the sky,
pulsates in every heart and hand.

Our great dominion
lies awake and waits.
Anticipation prances across
the threshold on this defining day.

I ask, “Will we let
oil, blackface and abuse of power
stand in our way
on this defining day?”

Healing happens.
Runners of the woods
have told me so.
Once again, we promise
to do good work
on this holy, happy dancing
defining day.