Moments fly with gentle quick about me
Subtle grief harmonizes oncoming melodies.
But my heart is full of blood.

It is beating
through this small and insignificant
tree-body.
Saying:
I must love--run--run--love
another time 'round this track
til lungs burst and limbs give way
(branches break)
in order to give all I have;
breath; will; life;
-O God-
for Your sake.