of silences
unbroken
by the restlessness of truth
~ fingers curved to pieces
of my soul

where feminine
these ashes blow
around my thoughts to gather
breathed into the places
I am whole

as given name
another one
as Mary came before
and swept the corners clean
of circumstance

faith beyond
her grieving ~
still her fragrance looms
as secrets spill the night
with tenderness

in cords of white
the willing page
awaits the gentle hand
as strained
between the brothers
falling down

if ever this
the moment was
to understand our ways
~ as thorns were burst
to blossom
in our stead