Resurrection

I do not want

My hands soiled in muddy water,

Fingers made dingy by gravelly pools

That were clear and clean raindrops, only moments before.

 

I want to be able

To leap over

The puddles and the messy places

And come out of the other side of adventure

Clean

Maybe even sparkly.

 

But that cannot be.

Brave women who choose to stay

Are never saved from dirty work

By a knight

Who, flying his cape like a flag in the wind,

Drapes his precious garment over the

Puddles that messy our hems and dampen our glass slippers.

 

Like Mary Magdalene

Beside blood, sweat, tears, and dirt

We choose to stay,

Witnessing the death of how we thought it would be,

And wait

For Resurrection.