Through the wound comes the healing:
a relationship formed
in the tenderness of loss,
the little girl lost
the little boy searching for God
their roots became twisted:
searching through the ages
towards a death un-relinquished
as they climbed the high mountain
towards a cross on a precipice
offered long ago
to the torment of the wind.
Atop stood a raven
ancient and humbled
being of the worlds
it plucked their false comfort
and wept,
for the death un-relinquished.