From Death
Published in
Jun 16, 2017
There is life that only comes from destruction;
Innovation that derives from the old.
Growth that takes place where decay is rampant,
And existence from absence’s fold.
Flesh must perish, ideas be destroyed;
The former ways of doing cast aside.
To make way for the budding
Of fresh thoughts and creatures
Whose life springs from that which has died.
Yet we yearn for the past and ache for the passing
Of people and things as they go.
We weep for our losses and tend to ignore
That their departure has left room to grow.
So, mourn for a moment; grieve for a time,
Acknowledge what once was has gone.
Then hold fast to the hope of the newness that’s forming
In the darkness that’s shifting to dawn.
