once your cruci-fiction is over
you will say Father
thank you for forsaking me
so that what I am
and have always been
could melt, again
into the womb
of the Mother’s wild Love
could shed the unstoppable
tears, that by some divine alchemy
transform
from grief into bliss
could abide again
in the Garden of Grace
regardless of life’s sorrows
and confusion and pain
you will say thank you
once your cruci-fiction is over
Image: Bill Viola, The Crossing, 1996
Video/sound installation
this unlit light 
Never thought of the word that way before. Excellent. Everything you write is softly backlit with hope.
Dear Vicki – how kind of you to leave a comment. And thank you for perceiving the lack of nihilism, indeed the promise of Grace, behind the rather ruthless wording… (I am oft in awe of what gets writ… )