To My Fists

Remember—
Though you clench for justice,
though you burn with the weight of what’s wrong,
you may un-clench
and know:

There is a higher knowing.
A higher authority that sees.
One who does not rest,
who has reach beyond your fury,
beyond your efforts,
beyond even your tight and faithful grip.

When you sleep—
There is One who does not.
Who keeps watch.
Who speaks truth into hidden places
where no argument can twist it,
where no gatekeeper can block it,
where no lie can hold dominion.

The Word does not tire.
It moves where you cannot go.
It works while you rest.
It softens what is rigid.
It reveals what is hidden.
It restores what has been taken.

So let your fingers open,
let your knuckles drop,
let weakness be.
Know:
My Presence lives in the places that need it most.

הַרְפּוּ וּדְעוּ כִּי אָנֹכִי אֱלֹהִים
Harpu u’de’u ki anokhi Elohim
Let go. And know. I am God.