Darling you are free to chase the lightning anytime you want
with pearl-colored comfort wrapped ‘round your shoulders.
No storm may smite your soul beyond rebirth,
Love loves you too much to allow that.   

Wash your face, your hands, and your aching feet
in the grace that grows perennial.
Her rain will sow flowers in your hair,
crowning the miracle growing from ashes and blood.   

Write across the rooms of your heart in whatever ink you like-
you are beloved and beloved and beloved.
Sewn from Love spinning the universe itself.

Learn to spell it in every language,
practice forming the word that will form you back.
Feel it cross your lips in exhalation, revelation-  

Beloved

even weary, even doubting, even now.