THE CYCLE OF LIFE

Fort Macon, Emerald Isle, NC

So, other than ourselves, our bodies, hearts and souls; 

Other than Salvation, the gift of His Son and Life Everlasting; 

Other than love and desire, effervescence and time; 

Other than laughter and bravery and tears; 

Other than my repentance and your forgiveness

Or your regret and mine, 

(Christe Eleison, Christe Eleison, Christe Eleison)

Other than laughter and touching and tears,  

God also gives us Nature.  

How about that?  

Sets us square in the midst of this regal space.

Lightning and lavender and dark swirling skies.

Deep things and old things, rough things or smooth, 

Each thing a process (and so too are we).  

A space that can lift up our traumas and bury our cares.

We live in a metaphor, yes and a world

Actualizing without shame or blame.

A fox or a tree or the rain or the waves; 

Something that skitters you only can hear; 

A hawk big enough to shadow the field; 

The air moist or dry, or colder or close; 

Wind to blow savage and topple a tree; 

The cycle of Life is His gift, 

Our cycle of emotions too.  

Everything coming round and round and round again.

Never an ending once more to begin.

                               Nina Naomi