RITES OF PASSAGE

From my mother’s womb, a passage,
And through a tunnel in travail
I made the journey toward life…
First rite of passage to assail.

In darkness traveled toward light,
In the world was forced to enter,
And then to seek myself a path,
On which to walk...life to ponder.

The rite of passage from childhood
Was made again through life’s travail,
But I determined to succeed
Fought demons met upon the trail.

I’ve passed through seasons seen to fly,
Though still in autumn, winter nears,
And when that season’s seen to pass…
Last right of passage faced with fears.

Unlike the one from mother’s womb,
This one I’ll make with cognizance,
And face a tunnel yet unknown…
One that leads me into silence.

My dying will be like twilight,
A time between the moon and sun;
My spirit yearning for the light,
But heart and mind in travail spun.

Last rite of passage onto death
I’ll journey through a tunnel bright;
My body placed within a tomb…
My spirit living in the light.