Who would want
These tears to ever dry?
Like rivers
They roll down my face
Struck with a symphony
of blessings
I stand
unable to speak
incapable of thought
Shattered by the way you love me.

I now love
everyone I see
For I see them as part of you.
My lucky stars
shine down from straight overhead.

I shout with my heart back home:
I made it!
I didn’t have to die this time
I see you from the other side
and I still have
Years left to live…

So grant me nothing more
than what I’ve had –
I would have had my day.
But grant me more and I will live
to give the miracle away.