Nothing is ever lost,

February 9

Nothing is ever lost,
Just postponed.

And since waiting is
Such sweet sorrow,
The waiting is needed,
Is necessary,
Is Holy and True and Beautiful.

Charcoal does not
Become ashes.

Honey does not
Become mead,
But was there all along.

And the Silent Rose
Has left the Cursed Hill
And entered Her
Own Chapel.

The Cross
Has been cancelled,
Obviated by
The Third Way.

The Conception,
The Birth, and
The Death:

The Threefold Path,
All within the
Silent Rose.

Let
Her
Speak.