BIRTH

Empty Hall filled with babble of life----

Nearby in a bed the Heart's Labour of wife

Produces a Soul out of struggle and strife...

To freeze frame the World with a cry

To focus future and past round the why

Of existence and loving and living so high

On heart strings hurled so high in the sky...

As to swallow up both the Moon and the Sun

Fill all of life with a new course to run

Huge vistas of magic; friends frollicking fun

In garlands of stars; the victor's spoils won

In the meaning of love, as birth trauma done...

The universe turns with a sigh at the sight

Of a baby's renewing the world's basic right

To live on in hope; to fight the good fight

Renew our spirit and set all love alight...

In those little fists punching a hole in the Sky

Mystery welling with love at the cry

Of that ultimate answer to the trick question---- WHY?