Joined with the eternal transcendent
Love forms one with our body.
The humble praxis of my body
saves a seat at the table for You.
I’m just doing me
In wilderness and desert we will make a home
and grow the land of promise where
milk and honey flow.
I’m just doing me
Words of my mouth naming and knowing
because there is one Word, one Body, one Liturgy
for our longing, our life, our love.
I’m just doing me
The Word is being made flesh now
being filled with Divine Breath now and
living that out. Standing here,
with the Other in their otherness,
solidarity affirms life – of others and myself –
thanks to You.
I’m just doing me
Sojourner Truth calls out:
“Ain’t I a Woman?”, “Ain’t I a Woman?”
and the women answer: “YES!”
I am the Other.
I’m just doing me
It doesn’t matter if you’re in the garden or
renovating that old house but that you have that
indoor/outdoor flow calling you to contribute your
best self, calling you to contribute, calling you too…
and you shrug, …whatever
I’m just doing me
Sometimes I wish my eyes hadn’t been opened
But my heart says ‘yes’ and my feet say ‘go’.
In veiled resistance I make you question what
You think you see, what you think you know about me.
My weapon my very invisibility.
I will not conform to your norms or your gaze.
Angels fell and still…
I’m just doing me
Faithful women stand and say:
I have not lost my voice today.
I’m just doing me
Talitha Fraser
A poet-in-residence reflection on some highlights from the Saturday workshop sessions at the “With All Due Respect” conference.
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