Devastating, the wild world, its visible light,
its forbidden unhappiness, unholiness;
a transitional passage to the other side.
In the same way, I forgive my father, I forgive
myself. Absolutely. The doorway holds
two faiths. Entrance, exit.
There is a God. For each blonde-white star,
each radiant end, every wilted heart there
is a beginning, a middle, a finish.
And then return
to the garden
we were made for.