And so we are
Cast,
Spun out
Into glory and tragedy
Before even know how to name them
Our bloodied wings
Teaching us
Self knowledge emerging in slow steps
Whilst all the while,
Grace
Enabling us to share the cost of it.
Imperfections of decisions past
Possibilities of the present
Tense
Not dread but
Gravity perhaps
A crucible of indeterminate depth
Yet, in honouring the story
We honour the author