Resurrection

Here, in the light of divine destitution

Is the perfect unfolding of beloved restitution

Soaring with wings of defeat and destruction

On the back of the self undergoing compunction

Infused with the great breath of God, good and holy

Grace seeps into my rubble, moving slowly

I sit in dismay of all that was removed

Words simply will never be enough, not for Truth…

What once lay here has faded into oblivion

Washed clean in the presence of the pure Great Blue Heron

Resurrect this, my soul, now merged with the One

Nothing more than a vessel, for Thy will be done