RegenerationAnew the light splits darkness,
As another soul enters into life.
The call has come up from beyond,
For another to be brave and sure,
Wrapped in mortality so young and pure.
For some it is to gain a measure,
Others still to learn and treasure.
Living teaches us to die,
And dying teaches us the truth.
Every end has a beginning locked inside.
As days grow short and nights grow cold,
The seasons change; the young grow old.
As Spring has turned to Winter once again,
We hesitate before the chilling frost,
Fearing that, in change, all will be lost.
Some remain strong till the end,
And death comes swiftly for them.
But still others turn as children, once again,
To await in a swiftening slowness,
The hour of their crossing through again.
Anew the light splits darkness.
As another soul parts the veil, returns.
For they have run their race,
And having set their pace,
Again, meet their immortality face to face.
©1989 By Sherry Gardner
