This Tender Life

I’ve always felt it radiating
Some residual heat from the core
Our warm planet
Stretched on the dirt floor
Beneath a humming sky
Grass feeling through the dark
Soft soil spreading in birth;
We all gasp and embark
Breathing and squinting
At the sudden light.
We feel the joy, the fear,
Something here is right,
And something is wrong
An echo of goodbyes
Our Creator cradles us,
He whispers eternal lullabies
And when it gets cold,
The warmth never dies.

It only hurts if it’s alive.
Cold death cannot feel,
But it’s a warm earth,
And the bleeding is real
Because the heart beats,
It tolls, and it’s worth every strike.

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