The Lady Who Would Be

I saw a figure walking toward me 
Wreathed in colorful perfume
Her eyes were lit with shifting flame
That cured my illest, darkest gloom. 

I perceived a future passed
Which featured me most prominent;
My worth was not a shifting dance
And I freely sang Your song again. 

The woman wreathed in scents was I,
As should be in another time. 
Lit instead from deep within,
Her flames not earthly but Divine. 

She laughed as freely as I sigh,
And firelight flickered from her eyes.
From deep within I felt a cry;
Longing for the me which died. 

So came I to a place of smoke;
Unearthly, holy-fire-caused;
And took a knee to search about,
For someone who would hear my cause. 

To my side there came a presence
Overwhelming, warm as love itself
I wept for perfection which instead
Of condemnation longed to help. 

So returned I to a future renewed
The true path was re-affirmed
I sought out He who breathes the stars
Who heals with Fire our earthly burns. 

By grace I became the lady in color
Whose confidence did abound;
Wreathed in the love of my beautiful savior,
My drifting soul had been found. 



Mama, did we ever finish talking about
That memory I have where you told me on the way to Walmart about a woman God wanted you to pray for;
And the woman had told you she needed prayer right at the moment when God told you to reach out to her (the moment you did reach out to her);
Well, remember how that memory
Was in my mind, and I nodded along as you told the story to dad, several weeks
(A long time) after you had told it to me.

And how I knew what you would say, before you said it, because it was a story I knew? You had already told it to me? I remembered it from that trip to Walmart?
But then I brought it up, I said
“Yeah, I remember you telling me about this; it was that one missionary from Ireland, right?”
And you looked at me strangely and

Because you had just spoken to this woman
This story had just happened
I could not have known it
But I did. I knew. I remembered
Clearly the entire thing;
You told me it as we drove to Wal-Mart.

But you insisted you had just spoken to her
This had just taken place;
you’d messaged her; this conversation was dated today!
My memory was in the wrong time frame.

And we drifted off somehow
Forgot to keep talking about it
And now I wonder
If I experienced some intense form of déjà vu that
Inserts a memory into your mind, very specific, very neat, very certain even after that moment has passed, with surroundings and clarity;

Or if God told me what would happen
Before it did.

I wonder.