I will weep for you

and I will rend my clothes for you

and I will play the part of the holy mourner for you.

And when it is done,

I will stand up and dust off my knees

and walk away and

leave you smouldering in the ashes

of your holy fire,

fed by pride and anger and ego and confusion.

And if you do not understand,

it will not be on me.

And if you do not listen,

it is not my life that they will destroy.

So I will be your holy mirror

and I will weep and mourn

and then I will leave.