Resurrection

There was a time that my soul was brutally scorched,

but compassion’s storm rained down onto its burning fields.

My heart was consumed by the pull of magnetic forces within an internal hole devoid of life,

but my passion to be alive filled the crevasse with a garden that yielded divinities’ fruits,

offering to me their nourishments.

And from my own resurrection and magic of times healing,

new springs of love flowed from their adolescent cribs,

streaming out through the pores of my skin.