Well we've got time for celebrating now
the life that lives and grows in us, somehow
it's carried in this body that relates
in ways creative love just celebrates;
for even when discomfort seems a pest -
sometimes some kinds of change will lose their zest:
the beasts of burden need to take a rest -
and gracious gardens garnished shine their best
when folk lie down inside them and around
and celebrate the life that has been found
by now enjoying it, not being bound
by anything that's less, without a sound,
good reason that would celebrate "hesed"
the love and loyal-ty by which we're led.
They faithfully keep focus, not just shed
the old and tired, or to whom we're wed
- not by a contract, with its penalties,
but covenant from whom we are, so these
bind people in a way that's surely known,
but not as facts of data can be shown
to be residing on a disk or tape
or in some spots of brains* of man or ape,
but as a friend is known themselves by friend
who shares and listens well, to help and mend,
and works out stuff about, but too, for them,
since they are on the same team as their friends.
This body of a famil-y is made
to signify those chicks in their hen's shade.
* hippocampus and neocortex etc .. https://qbi.uq.edu.au/brain-basics/memory/where-are-memories-stored
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