In hard, cool solitude the rock of every emotion over losing you sits pent, unmoving
When I read the poems of Rumi my grief breaks open
like God’s booming voice across eternity commanding, Let there be light
the creation of what is right for here and now tumbles into being
my whole soul dissolves into unknowing, gone to a place where my mind cannot find it
I dare not look for new love from inside this heartbreak, and instead find the hand of Jesus bleeding before me
asking, Do you want to be healed?