Pure and unscathed,

A new soul is born.

Rejoice in it’s arrival,

Sound a triumphant horn.

Treasure it, honor it,

Admire the glimpse of light.

Bathed in the beauty,

Of all that is good and right.

The journey it shall follow,

Will not always seem fair.

Truth is but a burden,

That we all struggle to bear.

There is no immunity,

No divine nor magical cure.

Each and every on of us,

Succumbs to the lure.

Stay in awe of that which shines,

And remember, your path is not set.

The promise of that newborn,

Proves there is hope for us all yet.