about a flood

my heart so heavy

and yet

too shallow, still…

with its bricks of rue

mortared with self.

such need for a deeper

grief

and true redemption.

come fill me with your perfect

sorrow

one that

does not despair

as it flys downward

into the very

depths

of

loss

with that kernel

of our future

Glory

grasped

in it’s

tiny

determined

fist.