come back soon.
If nature is red in tooth and in claw.
it seems to me that she’s an outlaw
because every death is a question mark
at the end of the book of a beating heart
the answer scrolled in the silent dark
and the dome of the sky and a billion stars
but we cannot read these angel tongues
we cannot stare at the burning sun
and we cannot breathe with these broken lungs
so we kick in the womb and we beg to be born
Andrew Peterson, ‘Come Back Soon’