White as Snow

A checkered powder blue dress on Sunday morning—Easter

Red, the color of a leaf in autumn, tied up with a matching ribbon

Little white shoes cradled on small feet, not quite touching

the carpet under the wooden pew

Notes of a piano began, my feet swinging

and swaying inches above the ground,

Back—What can wash away my sin?

Up, Nothing but the blood of Jesus

Back, What can make me whole again?

Up, Nothing but the blood of Jesus

The music carried me on its wings

Pure white curling around me,

Tickling my cheeks with silk feather tips

I fall into them and let myself soar

Kendal Plumlee is an undergraduate student majoring in Creative Writing at Cumberland University. She was born and raised in Lebanon, Tennessee and has had a passion for writing since she was old enough to put pen to paper.