I cannot she cried
I cannot be alone
As she rubbed her fingers across the lamb
Shorn of its wool, it felt so cold
It was the moment of passing
Where the ocean is deep but abundant
And space is far but promising
Where birth becomes light
But as the chain tightened around her neck
And the still face of silvery grace showed its age
She grew silent
As her lungs filled with the life that was promised
No matter the black painted sun
Or  the moon that wept
She knew this life to be untrue to hearts
It wasn’t always going to be safe enough to breathe
And the end might not remind her of happiness
But she thought of his own cry of being forsaken
The loneliness of this life is only meant to prepare us
And though we love enough to suffer
We also love enough to believe
And we believe enough to be saved