Inspired by Zora Neale Hurston and Edwidge Danticat
Their Eyes Were Watching God
as they waited for a response
to the prayers, the dreams, the wishes
their pupils pointed toward the grey skies
in attempts to connect and catch
a glimpse of the sun
resting idly behind the dancing clouds
weaving through the winds high above.
what happens when we are taught
to place blind trust in an entity
who is said to decide our fate,
who changes plans that were carefully crafted,
who never allows things to be as they seem?
what life would we live if the world was easy,
where one could predict each action and circumstance?
where is the fun in perfection?
the reasons why we exist in this way:
for His entertainment or for our betterment?
reaching into the air,
rays of fading light lilt on on fingertips
spirited in celebration
of that which is uncertain
unconcerned with fear, facing the threads of red clouds
aligned against the darkening sky.
and still, Their Eyes Were Watching God
relaxed and reassured by hope
that the idea of not knowing
the path that lies ahead
was even more beautiful
when crafted by His hands.