Our Present Life

By R Hodges, ©2011

Our present life

exudes a glow

like pregnancy,

a quiet joy

with fearful trembling.

Every birth a death,

what dies more intimate

than what is born.

Blinded by the glare of life

we stumble at the precipice.

Therefore only pray,

while yet asleep,

to taste the dream-light’s darkening

and day-light’s dawn.