Some of you I will hollow out

I will make you a cave

I will carve you so deep the stars will shine in your darkness.

You will be a bowl.

You will be a cup in the rock collecting rain…..

I will do this because the world needs the hollowness of you.

I will do this for the space that you will be.

I will do this because you must be large.

A passage,

People will find their way through you.

A bowl.

People will eat from you

And their hunger will not weaken them to death.

A cup to catch the sacred rain…..

Light will flow from your hollowing.

You will be filled with light.

Your bones will shine.

The round open centre of you will be radiant.

I will call you Brilliant One.

I will call you Daughter Who is Wide.

I will call you transformed.

Poem by Christin Lore Weber