a new thing

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.