Every time we speak a "No," we clasp death's hand too dearly
Touching boundary of life -- acknowledging our end.
Every choosing brings to focus finalness and ceasing:
Breathtaking pause of gratitude for any breath at all.

From the moment I was knit within a womb of water
I hasten to another womb of darkness silent waiting
Where wind blows not and utterly I feed on my dependence
A painful place of bittersweet where "No" must be my comfort.

Life is perfumed withal -- death and bound'ry disrespectful
Questions too profane to answer sing for our attention
When in the midstiness we come to speak the edge of living
We find a piece of stillness knowing union with this Lover

Love we know cannot receive our "No" forever answer
As She pursues me -- we both know the end will mark our marriage
Even though my days seem endless hiding from Her passion
Love I know has formed me found me for Herself alone.