- the sacred deep
the mother at the cross
with the damning disbelief
and shock searing her bones, electric
tears carving permanent stains
and powerful earthquakes shuddering
her collapsed body
as her heart is laid bare, there,
when she, bent over,
is lifted
by her Mother before, Sisters beside
Daughters to come, there comes
the heartbeat of fortitude
and strength, her spine, bent
will erect just as those trees turned gallows
and she now knows the challenge
that trees are meant to be bent,
to resist temptation
of splintering, and the Forest
will protect her, watered by her tears,
watered by Love.
