Confronted by the light
What once seemed bright
Recedes ashamed into the darkness.
And what lay in shadows
Is transfigured by the sun.
My life becomes as though a twilight
And a dawn.
No longer are old boundaries drawn
For building caskets for the living.
Gone are the walls.
The veil is rent asunder
And I stand alone in nakedness
Before the throne,
Stripped of illusions and delusions,
Motives and desires exposed.
Only a black skeleton of who I am remains,
Bleached in white flames.
Oh, that this tomb
Might be the womb
From which I can emerge
To greet my destiny.
Oh, that this coffin be the cradle
Into which the Spirit breath might blow
On these dry bones,
Scattered upon the desert of my soul,
Making me whole,
A heart of flesh
Created from
This heart of stone.