for birth or its news how the wind blows this whirling turning world.
I would say what I cannot say speak write out upon some page of what lies on my mind and how my stomach churns along with birth of unseen things.
And it is not because I cannot find them here but fear presumption of a place where I might be not so much in peace as purpose linked not only to this birth joined to what unborn as yet is waited on some other union of what when born we'll nurture well enough to go beyond a symbol of our times something to last and outlast dust that ends our days wherein our future has become their past and – hopefully – their praise.
Steve Regis Steve Regis became a member of SOF fairly recently. He was a non-conformist minister but left the ministry in 1977. The poem was written while awaiting the birth of his first grandchild in 1996.