Israelite’ish
by Marie Elena
Photo by Deanna Marie Metts
Tell me again
how You parted
the waters
that threatened my soul
to sink.
Remind me
the healings
when reeling
from lie’s ink;
death’s brink.
Retell the hell
from which
you snatched my feet.
Unseat untruth
I tell my past.
I ask, let’s talk
of solid rock
that drenched the earth
and quenched
my thirst.
Recall for me
the blood-soaked tree –
the guarantee
you set me free
from me.
© Marie Elena Good, 2017
pictured words 
Wow! A beautiful rendering and you found a perfect picture for accompaniment. Lovely, Marie!
Thank you so much! That means a lot to me, coming from you.
The setting free from self…oh, man. I feel this. Deep.
This is precisely how I feel. What a good God we serve.
Oh, Marie. This is my favorite thing you have ever written. And you know I LOVE your work. This is just an incredible piece. The quiet prayer of it, the word choices, the way the sounds roll. I am in awe.
Wow. Speechless. Thank you so very much.
Oh, Marie! Chills! This is beautiful.
Thank you so much, Pam. Love to you!
Amen for many of us.