And here it begins and ends…
in surrender…
When I stand to receive the black
veil of depression as my own.
Not passively, like a victim,
but accepting it like gravity,
a fact of life unchanged by
my resistance or other plans.
I surrender all then, knowing
this black veil was made for me,
one of many colored scarves.
And I resolve to move with it
until I am moved by it…
discovering how to lift its weight,
attending to its whispered wisdom,
bowing to its al-chemic mystery,
stretching, bending, whirling,
spinning, twirling, unfurling,
embraced by my long black veil
in a duet of transcend-dance,
holding fast to the one
essential thing I know:
that this dark veil
must bless my life
before I let it go.
