The marrow of who I am
is a tree struck by lightning
of anger and sadness, shattering
heartwood upon the earth.

The marrow of who I am
is made by the only Mother
who stands simply at each and every door,
listening to love's undying cry
melt into her very heart.

The marrow of who I am
is always creating new blood,
a life innocent to this world,
safe in the mystery of forgivenesses home.