I am afraid to go again to that dark place
Where life and death, creation and decay
Give us some new words so we can pray
Yes, I am frightened of its dark embrace.
In the roots of trees, the roots of hearts
In the dark black soil which gives us life
We lose our self, our husband or our wife.
Newness only comes when thoughts depart.
When we reach the depths of life we know
Still I am afraid to linger there.
I tried to run away, I don’t mind where.
There is no lower place where we can go.
Yet my other self will not desist
Until we find the place where life persists
How my heart sings 