Aftermath
Resist the urge the analyze.
It does no good.
Instead, try opening.
Try surrendering,
although the very nature of
trying
inevitably impedes surrender.
Try asking.
Love of all that is, seen and unseen:
Teach me to be a willing recipient
of bounty and beauty.
Let generosity condense around
my heart
like dew in the dark night.
Let it drip and cleanse
and heal and nourish.
Let grace be as my day,
a warm radiance ripe
for the basking
unearned
and undeserved as the sun
and just as freely offered.
Bellow forth blossoms among
the fecund fumes rising from
scorched earth
till sweet smells alchemize
the breath in my throat
from its gripping sadness
into flowering song.
All is well. All is well.