Something died

and fell long 

and slow and deep

into darkness 

looking like lostness

feeling like loss

hurting like hope drained out

In the darkness 

an emptiness ached 

like the end of something

grief weighed

like gravity

and it felt final.

Like the end.

But in the deepest part of darkness 

an unseen promise poised

a restless hope waited

ready to burst

ready to begin

ready to declare 

Life continues still!

New beginnings 

gestate in the dark

wombed in silent earth

held in a hallowed hush

unseen, unfelt, unknown

waiting alone

for the deep beginning.

Within the grain of loss

life grows

curled and cradled

poised and patient 

Ready to begin. Again.

Hope unfurls

stretching towards light.

Something died

and fell long 

and slow and deep

into darkness. 

It was a seed

a life about to bud.

Life is always watered 

by rainstorms