She Became

“Our hearts are restless until they rest in You.”

God is love.

She sought it
in darkness
and became
the light.

What choice has one,
when all goes out,
but to set the soul aflame
that others
may find their way?

At last to see
the love
she needed
and became.

She was invisible.
She gave herself away,
hoping to be seen.

But accolades
are only garnish,
a lattice
laid over emptiness.

Where are
the seeing,
the naming,
the welcome—

but in God’s love?
But in real love?

Only the truest
makes us whole.

Everything else:

just salve
on the gushing wound
of existence.