As it happens -
her coat of colors blanched
over time to become
her righteous robe
she’s been waiting all her life for Him

Her gown hangs long and crisp
as white as polar ice
as cold as arctic seas
she’s caught in a moment
that never comes
living on ponds with
frozen crusts she could slip

Shackled by a promise
of sacrificial existence
rote of barbed wire visions
bind her to dreams
she feeds on hope
and hint of divine promise
that will never come to fruition
no matter how long she waits

What was it that ever
allowed her to believe?
She’s waited so long she
no longer recalls her own name -