Monday, April 16, 2007

Again and again

Again and again

I was born again
and there I died
to what I was.
To what I was
was to what I died
yet what I was remains
though who I am is not the same

Then every day the new makes gains
and in the old some good remains
the good transformed in life made new
from what I was comes life renewed
yet one alone knows what I was
and that one knows what I may be

To be born again
with life renewed
to what I am I come to view
while what I may remains to see
and what I will become brings hope.

Roger Victoria, November 12, 1998

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