poem

From great destructions
Loins divide the night
to give birth from his wounds

You are light
from my darkness
Cherished like the noon and the son
From tribulation to knowledge
We may journey from here

to heal

Your eyes windows to my soul
Your breath
the innocence I have lost
To begin again in you

Protection from regret
Promises my heart has yet to prove
What if you are all in a moment that grace can be
a flower from a wound.