If You Would Not Have Asked

If You would not have asked of me
My sacred-spaces,
I would never have known the joy
Of losing fear of losing
That which I thought vital to my happiness,
And gaining acceptance in yielding.

If You would not have asked of me
My fears,
I would never have known the joy
Of finally choosing to jump
Into this ocean of experience,
And learning to love the water.

If You would not have asked of me
My music,
I would never have known the joy
Of perfect silence, yet perfect song;
Hearing Your voice singing and not my own,
And realizing Yours is all I wish to hear.

If You would not have asked of me
My tears,
I would never have known the joy
Of having Your hand dry my eyes,
Knowing You’ve gathered every one
And are now making rainbows of the rivers.

If You would not have asked of me
My beloved,
I would never have known the joy
Of finding You were enough
To mend and fill that exquisite aching,
And make the scars to radiate Your touch

If You would not have asked of me
My world,
I would never have known the joy
Of finding new horizons,
And realizing the colors here are more brilliant
When reflected in my teardrops.