Most conceptions are unexpected.
Few births are convenient.
Life rarely begins as rural idyll;
complete with deodorised shepherds,
confused followers of heavenly light and angel hosts.
But, even lacking such tableaux,
each new life is incarnation of vital Spirit
and a declaration of hope.

All life is a puzzlement;
a random mix of purpose and happenstance
of which we make but little sense.

And death is mystery
that always comes too soon.
You might think that something so commonplace
might attract more timely attention.

© Karel Reus

From my pen