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

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