“Life and Death”

Pain of childbirth, worse than the rack.
A shot of hot red blasting into her vision
Only to be drowned out by cold black

Death approaches, silent as a fox.
He creeps with bare feet and a silencer;
Ashes and dust in a pine box.

A tunnel of radiant light,
Like headlights on a deserted road
Through the indigo cloak of night.

Now in the cosmos... stardust,
God is the universe,
A man left to die on a cross.

She feels his intense love,
A blazing fire that burns her
Consuming her and the pain.

And she feels peace.
White light
And white sound surround her.

She dies and the baby lives.
Roses and thorns
In the garden of life.