Because We Have a Song To Sing

you ask me to believe i'm left wondering about the colour yellow are women meant to be hidden behind burkas of black or a bluebird's blue? to disappear into daylight, is it for God or the lusts of men? are not women jewels wherever we are and whatever we wear? tell me, is Christianity American and Judaism Israeli and how did the two get so entwined in Joseph's coat of many colours? when was there a time when Jerusalem was built to be divided? there is a well, Miriam, i'll meet you there, we'll capture the morning sunrise and embrace the painted desert with the rhythm of our hearts, our fingertips will glide along the wheat fields of our longing, our hair will come undone, we'll love the God of creation and we'll make love with his sons in an oasis of grass, the yellow bird sings not because it has an answer, but because it has a song.