Sisters' Request

when light touches our beings
briefly out of darkness, we pray
humble before the glow of dusk
seeing the evanescence of time
and feeling the movement of untrimmed grass
smelling dew through the burnt and broken and rotting walls
onto our skin it falls from the wilted roof; we pray
for the darkness in this house to leave by purity and not flame
with peace and not malice,
for the wreckage to drift away out of the east wall that is only bones
and then the wall itself,
and for the sunlight and dew to touch the ground it sat on
and cleanse the grave,
and new things will bloom here.