"Without suffering there would be no compassion."
"Yeah, well tell that to those who suffer."
--Mandy Moore and Shane West, A Walk to Remember, 2002
Becoming More
And things fade
And through our deaths
We are reborn of the ashes.
Burnt up are our Mistakes,
Our Regrets, Our Heartaches
Our Past.
And we take with us
Only those things lingering
Beyond the flash of dazzling heat
Or chill of the iciest frost.
Our Love? Perhaps.
Our Compassion? We hope.
Our Future?
Our Future
Rises out of the remnants
As a phoenix, born again, soars to flight,
And we are reincarnated still in our present.
And with each season
We fade and bloom again.
In the summer of my life,
I know only this:
We fade—
And yet through each death
Our Humility
And Compassion are born.
And we become more.
