Is birth just like falling off
A cliffside out of heaven?
Do some of us stand idly,
While others count to seven

And take a leap ne’er looking
At where on earth they will land?
Do we cheer or cringe at their
Splash? Does someone take our hand

And vow they’ll jump if we will,
Though they’ve no intentions to
Jump with us since they wanted
To see if we’d follow through

With our pledge, and laugh to see
Our startled little faces
Disappearing through the mists
To unangelic places?

Were there those who double dared
Each other into flying
Off carelessly? Is birth here
Equated there to dying?

Were there those who did not know
Any better when they fell?
Were there some who wanted to
Get o’er with it? Do you yell?

Perhaps there were some anxious
Souls afraid of the cliff’s height.
Did Heavenly Father push
Them o’er, much to His delight?

Were there sleep walkers who took
The plunge by accident? You
Would recognize them, for they
Are clueless in this life, too.

Does your attitude before
Shape what it will be like here?
Do we have parachutes? Is
The landing very severe?