the promises you’ve broken, the loves you’ve betrayed
the ragged disappointment you’ve left in your erratic wake.
The Beloved hears you, too
and is deaf to your accusations.
You did what you did
not from pettiness or spite or malevolence,
but from a misdirected desire to be fully embraced.
So hear the wisdom of a deeper voice, now:
Calm yourself, and rest against the bosom of the Beloved.
Let him kiss the top of your head,
and caress your neck as He rocks back and forth.
This night there is no banishment,
Nor shall there be tomorrow.