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.”