I remember the pain of newness.
Joy is the carpet underfoot,
but as I tread each step,
I know there must be suffering
as birth takes over the mind and will.
What can come from nothing?
Bringing forth is a process full of
dynamic agonies and unfettered
release.
Do we wish to walk the way of creation,
committed to making a new thing, together?
Anticipation of beauty and life
becomes a narcotic to the reality of change.
Even with the goal in sight,
still the travail must be borne,
until we hold in our arms
sweetness and understanding.
What can we truly have without effort?
I remember, and I am willing
to walk that way again.
