Years ago I said
a reluctant goodbye.
A fierce and fruitful time
was washed in the pain of letting go.
I went to the forest to pray
in the silence of the dark night.
I composed new things,
revised what was past.
With the gift of friendship,
we danced a sacred circle,
awakened our souls
and imagined life.
Then one day a message appeared,
an unexpected invitation:
return from exile,
reclaim the interrupted past.
Today from out of exile,
gratefully I pray,
“May I with God’s help
reinvent the past."