What we really fear is falling,
not the fall; we fear the candle burning,
not the flame. It is a troubling honesty
to hear “I want you,” but to know
the truth remains.
It is not all bad; even the rain
is sometimes our witness. We love
the scar; we kiss her on that scar.
How beautiful to make no sense-
To be as senseless as the heart, as prayer, as God.
Tonight the candle burns quickly,
the blue-orange flame is tall. I tuck the darkness in
and do everything I can
to remain empty.
I ask God, “What promises do you hold
in the night?” God replies,
“Come, see me naked;
my heartbreak is a thousand things.”