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.