Birth

From the cradle of innocent birth, 
we embrace the touch of immaculate worth, 
amidst sweeping streams of natural miracles, 
the looming life awaken with delicate features,

Held beauty’s tender breath to face the new world,

And the event begins reality; strong and sacred,

Bright and sanguine, first they are soft then toned,

And every celebration honors the new home.

The ancient pain began to beat and bring to burst,

As rain hailed from high, courage steer through the mist,

Passion assured the souls needful rest of weary time,

And laugh and roar when all the wailing was done,

The drawn flame comes slow through wavering pool, 

And the bed is wet with tears in tune to rock the cradle,

Of wanton breast from the pondering mother’s womb,
where the realm of nature slept and lastly bloom,

The moral cistern to bind the silver cord of life, 
And creation groan with stronger breathe incite,

Reach where the soul is hot and move the load

Of birth to meet humanity on the same winding road,

Straining with our burden, torn between the cross,

Pondering how long the next breath will last. 

To fill agony with hope, and discover again new birth,

With fiercer squeeze from exploding strength,

Come the joys we heard in those blessed voices cheer,

Delightful praise sang merrily to the brimming air,
and birth let time bring delivery of beautiful species,

Which knows not the wait the universe accepts?