In Stillness

In stillness
I pondered
from what storm
had you emerged?

Your crystalline face
a reminder of
what can be made
when struggle falls in love
with hope,
when pain loses itself
in possibility,
when brokenness wraps its arms
around itself.

Staring through my
nakedness
you saw what could never
be clothed,
what I had never been willing to
undress.

Your love was relentless
scooping up the buried pieces
broken in my fight
to defy essential wholeness
and the heart
it was made to win.