She looks one way
He looks the other –
don’t tell me her far-seeing heart’s not
breaking

and yet

this is her memo to me:

if you can’t trust
that every sentient soul
is moving
– by Divine default –
along their unique lifeline
towards reclamation of all they
agreed to forget

namely
their unborn, changeless, true nature
(aka God)

how can you trust your own
crazy convoluted life-path?

and with that trust intact
how can you speak of tragedy
and evil and every form of
unspeakable suffering
without drowning
in
all-encompassing
compassion?

~

Image:  Our Lady of Grace (Notre Dame de Grasse) c. 1470.
Languedoc 112 x 75 x 38 cm.
Musée des Augustins, Toulouse