Didn’t you know you were bleeding?
All the time running from the wound that would set you free.
You're rhetoric was skewed.
Your interpretation of devotion a falsehood.
You set about worshiping the image of a healing that never really happened.
But the pain was real.
It too was Love.
The most loving wound.
A chosen path.
You were not alone on that path walking into annihilation.
You turned your face to the Light as you were engulfed in the mythre.
You called for Me in the same moment that you knew you called for your own rebirth.
In the fires you were made anew.
A sacred scream.
A holy instant.
To be born again.