Hollow spaces

In the hollow spaces

Carved out by disappointment

Within whose emptiness

You almost disappeared

There was a sense so profound too

Of falling

Onto broken ground

Just ripe for the planting

Of the lost seeds of you

Their fruit is often suffering

But also in some strange way

A becoming

Or awakening

For love comes when we

Surrender to the brokenness

And understand its purpose

And as we feel the winds of change blowing

Even as they chill our bones to the marrow

And even if our grounds lay fallow

For so many many seasons

Trust that some deeper

Emerging

Will call us home

To love

Even if its just its negative image

We sense

Imprinted so deeply upon our soul

Like a brand

For these are the things we must withstand

In order to endure the initiation

Of our soul’s

New birth

From deep within

The hollow spaces

The broken places