After the service

Out the window
rain blew in
on the breath of God,
torrential,
hurricane force,
no longer the quiet acceptance
my heart had nourished.

You, too, fell from the heavens
not one drop but a thousand
million
gazillion
pieces of you
resurrected from all the rivers
created by our tears;
lifted from the seas
our fears had sown;
bringing forth
glory
and connectedness,
erasing
the pain
of being one with.

At the window's edge
In the heartbeat of that moment,
finally free
to cross over
into your
refracted reflection,
I inhaled the essence of you,
released
my bated winter breath,
watched our commingled droplets
unleashed
upon the lush
and fertile land
of the not yet forgotten.