Facing death is far less difficult than facing life
For in death we meet an end and a letting go
But in life we meet a beginning and a taking up –
Though in both there is, of course, a challenge.
Open Thou my mind, and heart, and lips, O Lord to hear thy words to me
As I move on this day from death to life
And take up once more the challenges that before me lay
Before all this – yet now I hear and see anew.
Lord, I thought I’d understood so much before all this
And yet, as I look back, I find my start
And not the end of my fulfillment –
My life just starting like it never was before.
Where to start? As if to pick and choose would spoil
The perfectness of this clear moment of new birth
Still un-besmirched with all the ambiguities –
And this new world of mine – as yet unknown.
Dear Lord, where does one start?
At birth I had that time of wait –
Of nursing quietly in my mother’s arms
Half freed to life yet still dependant much –
A place from which to wait and watch
The tumult of this life with all its tumbling beauty.
So where to, Lord, as I start out anew
And face the ambiguities of this tumbling life
Not with a pause to feed and be secured –
Set forth like new plants in the spring and sheltered
Till the root is set to grow and thrive in
This new place for me –
But thrown into the fray of life and place
The others figure I know all about.
In Truth – I don’t – I’m like a
New born babe – without supportive time and place.
I know the others do not understand
How could they comprehend – much more than I
When I was in their shoes – before all this –
But now – now I’ve passed through this window shade
From death to life anew –
And I am terrified for me – just what to do?
But then, it is just nine months now
I’ve had to deal with all this news
Of ‘death’s dread sting’, and ‘life beyond’ anew
So too this change from womb of thought
Not held within the confines of that life
But now, released anew.
So – now till August – till the fifteen months are passed
Nine gone and six before me now –
No longer confined to restricted womb
But still not able to move ’round a lot
Still carried, fed, and soaking up this life around –
That I might stabilize – a dip in weight
Then on to solid steady gains
‘From strength to strength endued’
Forth to my feet and then to walk and greet
The world around within their terms
And scams and foibles –
Taking on, responding,