I push
and push
into the silence
that stretches forever
and hope crowns… fullness
is born from surrender of self
and falls soft as snowy grace
on these once-barren fields.

Cries come
to fill with life
the empty left inside
and I hear the future footsteps
of these red-faced ideas kicking
and screaming until they collapse
in sweet peace, safe, swaddled
and sung back to sleep.

Alive
and growing
within my care,
spirited thought draws
energy, dancing through days
until sunset comes and night
accepts everything that buds,
blossoms and breaks loose.