Today, I thought if I could
Travel to the past and change anything
Then, if I would, or not, and why.
To save a life?
To warn myself and live those events twice?
I don’t think I could—again—
Have the strength to bear the pain
Knowing in the foreseen end
Nothing might change.
What can be gained when so much is lost?
Some deep persuasion tells me
I can’t keep anyone here
Unless God wills. That would be
Infinite life in finite hands
Like an ocean in a pinch of dry sand.
Content then, to wait and ache
Careful not to leave regret
Knowing pain means I’m awake
And joy won’t end. But re-begin
When love and life, once lost, rise up again.