BLUE EMBERS
words fall empty silent
pained into the
altar fires
life without You
an unbearable cross to bear
ash is smeared across my
forehead
but not just for Lent
now I wear the
tattered rags and carry the
begging bowl of Shiva
even the crematory dust of
my bones
shiver in the hereafter
for one blessed whisper from
the lips of
my beloved
(Written by Sonya Tomlinson-Warren,
108 Bhakti Kisses - The Ecstatic Poetry of a Modern Gopi)
