Have you ever witnessed the birth of a child?
A fragile babe thrust violently into our vile world?
One more innocent one stained by the first lungful of air
Such a beautiful thing it is, still
Have you ever smelt the morning dew on leaves, so mild?
Or the glint in an infant’s eye, lovingly hurled
Even though it would be fair game to a hungry bear
Such a beautiful thing it is still
Have you ever listened to the calmness of a small stream?
Even as it never ceases in readiness to drown our little lad
It brims with sustenance for us and sustenance for our sustenance
And such a beautiful thing it is still
Have you ever dreamt a good dream?
The kind you promptly forget you had
But a careless smile lingers upon your countenance
It’s such a beautiful thing still
Have you ever tasted the bone marrow of deer?
Even though you still see the fierce light in its eyes
Without remorse, only gratitude, you plunge your knife
It’s a beautiful thing still
Have you ever felt the mix of hope and fear?
As you gaze upon the woman with whom all your love lies
And you ask her to be your wife
And with conviction, she says no.
That’s the most terrible thing of all.