Creation has begun a circling tide;
Retrieving and restoring
Or abandoning, ignoring; but always
Succors each and every one of us in
Into this world is born a many grateful things
Never asking or demanding a
Great amount of love,
There we find some answers to some elementary things:
Heaven sends us messages from those things sent from high above.
Eventually, as the tide returns, we find ourselves at loss, and
Reaching out for those who may have left.
And, out there, is a Rainbow Bridge that's
Never quite in sight,
Over those who are bereft.
When we find ourselves left barren
By a soul that's been recalled
Remember that we have, stretched on high above, an
Integral, solid link to those that
Death has caused to walk across that
Expanse that has allowed us to be unconditionally loved.