Life By David Roth © 6 April, 2004 Begun in the heat of passion, When two uncontrollable forces Conjoin as if to be one. In the meeting of two microscopic points of life Deep within the dark, warm recesses of the womb It begins. And so it grows, This tiny spark of life. Multiplying and increasing By quantum leaps and bursts of energy, The miracle of life proceeds, Within the one who is, for the moment, two, Growing forth from the two, who for the moment, Had been one, Life blossoms. A tiny heartbeat, A small hand with even smaller fingers A wee little thumb which, Even before taking its first breath of air, The unborn miracle places in its tiny mouth, A prescient image of what will come. Small ears, eyes, nose and limbs, Life takes shape and form And grows. Until that moment, When in bloodshed and pain, Amidst tears and anguish, Life bursts forth, Screaming for all the world for attention, Or perhaps to just be put back Where it was once safe And warm. Life The never ending circle of life And love And continuation of the species. And how I weep at the miracle Standing before my eyes, I who was once as this one is, Small and defenseless Needy and demanding Warm and beckoning Reminder that perhaps, With each new life born into this world There is hope yet to be had.