Crevice

There’s a crevice,

below which is a deep darkness

once terrifying, now safety of an unruly kind surrounds this place!

Petals used to bloom above,

memory recalls their sweetness

but years of drought have lasted here.

The darkness thirsts for the Beloved,

’tis life…….giving…….water.

The footsteps above try to avoid the crevice,

occasionally reaching down into the pit

out of gross curiosity,

but it’s too dangerous to risk the fall,

and join the abyss.

…. But, the Beloved hears the cry of the soul below

and floods of love fill the crevice here,

till no crack appears!