Like the songbird sentenced to his silence Though all along his song was just for one, Little life, you have a way of breaking us Even though your time may not be done. Through the burning, through the wanting – we're hoping still The bending and breaking, the moaning – believing still Through the crying, the dying – we're standing, still The aging, our gracing – we're breathing still. Take this little moment as it is, this tiny sigh of time. In a body that ebbs away little moments still taste of the divine. Taste this little second as it is – though small, it holds it all; For too soon it will pass away: single moments weave into a life. Like the piece of light that falls between all of the Shadows that may well make up our time, Even blinded eyes still turn to feel you - Little life of little joys sublime. Through the burning, through the wanting – we're hoping still The bending and breaking, the moaning – believing still Through the crying, the dying – we're standing, still The aging, our gracing – we're breathing still.