Thinking God would love me more
Estranged from The Divine
Sheltering amidst the graves of my ancestors
For centuries before I asked
There is no shame in darkness
Or the abyss that accompanies
The path.
The splendor of every tear
The magnificence of every wound
Do not be afraid to caress
The waters from which you ascended
The underworld from which you healed
And the light you so richly deserve.