you were made in reckless hope,
when a speck of light in the utter darkness
crept into our vision
life and death,
in such equal chances
should bring us all to our knees
and it does,
it does
yet we rise,
we rise
and i rest my hand
over the spot where she once slept
and i weep and then
somehow i smile
at the quiet possibility
that maybe luck this time
will be on our side