Every born life, a feeble pushing back,
Against air, and space, and shadows,
Every whelp invites talons and teeth,
And a bleeding of light again into black.
Yet the sun rose today,
Pulsing light into the fray.
In mortal memory, I know these shades,
Picked as carrion to the hellion beaks,
Feeding on flesh and hopes, and fears,
'Til all that is beautiful feebly fades.
Yet the sun rose today,
Dew sparkled in the rays.
Where hope when the ruin of days of war,
Are liturgy marking each birth, each love?
Innocent souls are consumed by the judged,
Reversing the reversal once promised in lore.
Yet the sun rose today,
A caress of color in the gray.
Every born life, a fragile pushing back,
Form and voice facing down Thanatos,
Every cub invites fellowship and love,
And a tending to life unto its tender lack.
Yes the sun rose today,
Rocking me in gentle sway.
The sun rose today.
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