All of You

  Gather yourself, gather yourself
All the parts of you  --
- the part that you buried in the womb of the earth;
- the part that you whispered away into thin air;
- the part that you dissolved into the depths of the ocean’s water;
- the part you watched burn in fire into cinders.
Weave them all together
With the touch of your healing hands,
And wear it like the crown of thorns;
Forge new life into it,
With the love within your heart
And wear it like a garment - an armor
- for your soul,
- of your soul.

May you be --
Strong enough to boast the glory of the crown of thorns,
Soft enough to share the bounties of your soul.

​-d.h.