For those who left,
I now know,
I asked you to go;
And the rivers of tears,
the endless ocean of grief and sorrow,
my hand-written invitation
welcoming the fire.
Cleaved in two-
rock, split-
through those openings
water washed and sculpted
hollowed out and
re-formed this being
whose heart burned
and broke
over and over and over,
tumbling and grating in wave
after wave,
breath narrowly returned
from a final shattering
freeing a Self
whose unalterable joy
demanded release.