Progenitor of Birth

I believe the inner stress that heralds change

Opens doors once shut to mortal thought

And through the numbing pain of body's trials

And the grief we feel for that which we have lost,

An opportunity to rise above ourselves,

Our human weakness and our long-held woes,

To come into a place known long before

The entry into birth, the shock of life

That brings with it forgetfulness of soul

And the destined goal for which we suffered birth.

Youth is a blessing, age a blessing too,

For one can, in the torrid race with time

Outrun the past and into wholeness leap,

Beauty the progenitor of birth,

Love the manifest divine on earth.