Expand Love

Gracious mother of all hearts
I have come to this chamber
seeing aromatic peace,
incense that wraps her love
in quietude. Words will not change
the vicious scraping of the strings
with a dry bow.

The orchestra is without a chaplain again
and I am carving the insides of my memory
like I am some sort of chaplain
sitting with the bruises and the bites
of truth and wonder if you will wash me away
with a new song.

My Holy Mother
who witnesses the learning
that comes from death.

We are forgiven.
We expand love
with every moment.