Let us turn back
not as the certain
but as the wounded
finding our way by ache

We were torn with the veil
and the tearing taught us our names
We were struck
and learned the language of need

After the long second night
when hope learns how to kneel
life stirs beneath the sealed stone of habit
and waits for morning

On the third rising of the light
we stand again
not triumphant
but alive
held upright by mercy

Let us know
let us press on
into a knowing encounter
not information
the way skin learns warmth

His coming is not guessed
It is as faithful as dawn
arriving even when eyes are closed

He falls on us like rain
to break open the soil
so seeds remember
why they were buried

This is how love restores
not by undoing the wound
but by teaching it how to bloom

-inspired by Hosea 6:1-3