Within the womb the blood of hearts entwine
and dance, until each secret is revealed
Then to this covenant, as from the vine
Is born our blood and with our blood is sealed
Beyond each labor’s suffering, a breath
Seems as a prayer as yet to be fulfilled
From birth until the greeting of our death
Yet in this moment hope shall be distilled
May gentler angels come to walk this Earth
To love, and thence to rise and lead us all
But ne’er to judge us ‘pon our seasoned worth
Or by those things in which we err to fall
Within the cry that breaks the silent night
Our own redemption lies, as must our plight
