Poetry

Swords into plowshares Pruning hooks into spears Mourning into dancing Laughter from our tears Dry bones into flesh Peace from raging storms Creation ex nihilo Our very shape and form Small meals into banquets New life out of death Hope from our despair Humanity out of breath All things and more you do As you

Transition takes various forms and modes. Stories left untold. Some heartbreak, some bold Yet, all lead to similar roads Cancer found within the breast. From life of joy to one with little rest Hopes turn to fears unsuppressed. And dreams die under duress. Liver decay found out late. Desire transplant but body may not wait.