by Danielle Kinchen

He called on me again.
This time I thought
I’ll say something different:
“Here I am. What next?” 

And the clouds cleared.
I didn’t know what I was looking at,
but I knew
it was deep
and it was rich,
and I was hanging in it.
I nearly forgot myself.

I think it was my first taste of joy,
sipping from the Sun, as it was.
And I shook rustling
from a wind in my soul. 

From my seat, 
I watched the random come webbed,
and I knew all those white joints I saw meeting
were for Someone Else to hold together. 
I got up, and I thought, 
“I can walk my line.”

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Danielle Kinchen currently serves as children’s ministry resident at Kingsland Baptist Church in Katy, Texas. Before working in ministry, she graduated from LSU Law Center and practiced catastrophic personal injury litigation in downtown Houston. Ms. Kinchen studied creative writing at Tulane University and served as editor of its student-run newspaper. In her spare time, she chases around her three young children and hikes the trails with her family. Her poetry has been featured in Time of Singing.