Birthing and Dying

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Birthing and Dying

My eyes are full.
Full with weight
of small stones I carry.
Stones about us all,
about life,
about the cries and moans
of labour through, into the next life…..
As the sperm fertilizes the egg,
so the child comes into the world
planting its seed…..
We grow towards being born
through our Human footprints,
those oh so heavy footprints,
towards our dying….
So soon we do move, stones and all,
into the ‘next life’.
Birthing and Dying –
on and on with our many stones.