Transitioning
Transitioning from our spiritual home
We resist our entry, fearing unknown
We’re swaddled and cleaned with scented foam
Our earthly friends say, “This now is your home.”
As infants we fuss commencing great cries
Loved ones comfort and dry our eyes
And when it’s time for transitions once more
We protest and struggle as we did once before
And although we protest and confidence lack
Our heavenly friends greet us with, “Welcome back.”
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