Delivery Delayed

How early is "Beginning"? From when is there a soul?

Do we discover living, or, somehow, are we told?

In sudden pain, in empty cold, in blinding light of day

We're given breath, and it takes our breath away.

How cruel to be unformed fancy, the way in which we come -

Over-whelmed by feeling and sudden loss of love

And what price dark confining pain, (the hardest to forgive)

When all at once, we're called upon to live.

By a giant hand we're taken from the shelter of the womb

That dreaded first horizon, the endless empty room

Where communion is lost forever, when a heart first beats alone

Still, it remembers, no matter how its grown.

We grow, but grow apart -

We live, but more alone -

The more to see, the more to see,

To cry aloud that we are free

To hide our ancient fear of being alone.

And how we live in darkness, embracing spiteful cold

Refusing any answers, for no man can be told

That delivery is delayed until at last we're made aware

And first reach for love, to find 'twas always there.