To be born in the fire 
 of yesterday and breathe as if
 more is to come. 
  
 This sorrow that fills 
 us, heavy with the ground 
 of our need
 can also lift us 
 like the scattered petals 
 of spring buds.
  
 Let it sing with the ache of new life. 
  
 And if not, it will come 
 anyway.