There is mystery in life
And the myth trees that we grow
can go only so far
to set our dark aglow
but the candle born in me
and the candle born in you
may be just the touches needed
to torch some pilgrim’s view
go and glow, touch and torch
there is mystery in life
and our time from birth to death
is a vulnerable variable – hanging –
on each and every breath
but the stillborn child’s silence
and the centenarian’s last gasp
are both righteous, beautiful truths
God alone can fully graph
Go and glow, touch and torch
there is mystery in life
tears of joy join sorrow’s tears
and our faith is sorely tested
by our pains, our doubts, our fears
but nothing – nothing –
now or later
nothing – nothing –
great or small
can separate us eternally
from God’s love
surrounding all
Go and glow, touch and torch
Written after a friend lost her newborn daughter in the 1980’s