BINDING

Bound up in sorrow,
I am a prisoner of tears,
A vessel of sadness, others'
And my own.

In the garden,
The Gardener passes by,
A white taper held in his hand.

Follow the path of remembrance,
Darkness and light.

How will we know the way,
We ask? Before we see,
Before we touch,
Before we
Consider the wounds.

Though somehow we know.