Because I believe the
Heart of a sister
The touch of the Ancestors
The presence of the beloveds
and elephant trunks kissing
Because a giraffe isn’t just a giraffe. She’s called April and speaks herself into my existence.
Because the heart knows what it knows.
Because I trust the faith of those that guide and those who step in to face the threat with me
And remind me between each breath to become that which has been prayed for;
I am the called and the response.