And when there is fear,
then let us be flowers
unashamed of our blooming,
and let us be rivers undammed.
And when there is loss,
then let us be leaves that surrender to death
and give even more in life.
And when there is ache,
let’s unfold like dawn in layers
and layers of ripening pink,
let’s be bells
that ring only love.
And when there is sorrow,
let us be dark wings
that gather the light,
and let us be the light.
I do so like the ache metaphor, the image and the rhythm of that one in particular, though cadence throughout the poem is very nice, so song-like without being singy-songy.