This heartbreak is not yours
alone to bear. Lean in closer for
the light of hope, the whisper of
simple quiet love.
Blood flows free so truth can clean
the wound, and silence brings
a still small voice teaching
joy and love, reaching
in to clean your wounds and strife
and offering instead a life
of walking into healing.
grip is all you have to lose.
Love’s clever ruse
will cover all you thought
you had to offer, all you brought,
and pour over you its grace.
Bitter rites have no place
with me, the lover of your soul,
the only god who makes you whole.
~ November 2011