left we full, our birthsong claiming
all we had and night to bring,
bolding who we were and racing,
soul to drink and laughing dream.
come to nexting kin by you, we
found ourselves branching to day,
sheltered canopy to keep us
coursing on a deepened way.
ridge top rising as you head out,
world to stretch and love embrace,
praying all we can and cannot
spare you God will somehow save.
breathe again the Spirit turning,
wisdom yet the climb to lead,
daring speech to bridge us homeward,
heart remain and longing reach.
-William B. Jones, March, 2013.