I follow the Way
of Jesus,
inviting you into my heart,
not because my heart is pure
or even good,
but because my heart is broken,
ruptured like a pomegranate
spilling countless scarlet seeds
of listening.
I hear your name.
I have become the wound
that heals you.
You too could be ripe and juicy.
Why not hug
your sins and sorrows
instead of struggling
against them?
Failures hone your soul
into perfect uniqueness.
This is what God sees.
Hug everything.
Be the space around the planet.
Let your widening embrace
become the night itself
until this very breath
is a stream of stars.

Painting by Rembrandt, who like Jesus knew
that light can only do its work when we embrace
the darkness too.