We grasp,
tenuously,
this wonderful life.
We hope,
tentatively,
in days of joy.
We dance with freedom,
we sing through sunlight,
we laugh under blue skies.
We hold within us,
carefully,
this awareness of pain,
this piercing suffering,
these plummeting depths
that we once fell to;
that we may again fall to.
We are free,
we are strong,
we are bold,
we are creative.
We have been hurt,
we have bled,
we have cried
bitter tears.
We are creatures of strength
creatures of frailty,
lovers of the morning,
familiar with the night.
We are beset by fear
yet we stand tall
faces upturned.
Despite all we have known,
because of all we have known,
we believe.
