Via Dolorosa

Oh unpalatable grief!

How you distend outward

spreading and encompassing…

It is you who knows secrets 

greater than I,

and whisper them,

In the dark of the night.

In the heart,

Where you ignite,

and spark the flame, 

of my respite.

What wisdom is clearer,

than this pain?

Which virtue prevails 

unrestrained?

Through this failure

led by this light,

which casts the contours,

and eclipses the night.

Oh ineffable grief!

It is you which persist,

out of the womb of creation,

as we scream and resist.

In our nascence, 

You rise,

and in our death.

You fall...

And in the pervading silence,

It is you I thank,

For making me whole.

Love and Blessings.
Lewin.