The stork teaches us rebirth on a deep level. Struggle is a chance for rebirth and renewal.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We learn to understand
That everything is touched by time
And time must run its course.
Quiet, hushed, we grow, we heal,
We carry our souls like a torch.
We mind our spark, we balm our wounds,
We bring our courage forth.
And when time is right we rise again
To reclaim our newfound worth.
You cannot see me
but I am the invisible searchlight
pointing at your heart
when everything else
has gone dark.
What days to come will run, will swim,
Will drag me by the hair?
Will flood, will dry, will crash
Into my boundaries?
All I know is that you’ll be there
To cause me pain, to lift my joy,
To take away my grief.
You are time, you are the sea of consciousness,
You are Eternity, you are me.
Still the love in your heart, make it real quiet,
So that it doesn’t go to waste.
Throw it not into the chasm of self-doubt.
I am here, your dance partner
On unsolid surface.
We’ll pedal together despite our spindly legs,
We’ll wobble on blessings if we have to
But we’ll never quite aim
for the river bank.
