She Became
“Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”
God is love.
She sought it in darkness and became the light.
What choice has one, when all goes out, but to set the soul aflame that others may find their way?
At last to see the love she needed and became.
She was invisible. She gave herself away, hoping to be seen.
But accolades are only garnish, a lattice laid over emptiness.
Where are the seeing, the naming, the welcome—
but in God’s love? But in real love?
Only the truest makes us whole.
Everything else:
just salve on the gushing wound of existence.