She has unbuttoned
her blouse,
opened
her coat,
laid bare
her soul
before
my eyes.

Jericho’s walls
fell
with such
faith.

I’m awed
not by what
she has said,
but that she said
anything at all.

To, slowly,
one by one,
unbutton
her soul,
exposing
her inner self,
laying bare
her heart,
having faith
and hope
that they won’t
be trampled,
took courage
she didn’t know
she had.

Yet her face
glows.
Her body
warms.
A smile breaks
across her lips.

She feels,
finally,
again.
And feeling
feels
good.