Another Little Death

My soul craves godly sorrow

To touch that deep place

Again to feel the beauty of birth pain

Eager for the new child to hold

To share

To nourish

I yearn to feel my broken heart again

The sweetness of another little death

Another freedom bought

For which to thank Life

My King from each breath comes

Another gem to offer a brother

I live to move my soul

I live to move yours

For movement is life

And death of death

Is death unto Life

And Life is the pearl of great price

The treasure hidden in a field

Stephen Pursell, 12/98