Where does life come from?

or where does new life come from,
from rain, just like for the plants, we tear rain
let go of old sorrows, cry and drink out what has wounded us, drained us
made us hate life with all our fists.

is our consciousness renewed through such a downpour
of tears, making
us strong once again
making plenty the radiance of our souls,
the wounds helped us breath and see
the sound of our needs?

or does God provide us
with a concrete and real sense that justice
is the backbone of the universe,
that evil is ultimately punished
and we are on the right side, the side
that will win and is Good.

this fact lifts our spirit and helps us
go on and on through the repetitions of the world
and see new light and life each time
the sun lifts its head into
thw world and smiles ( only pain underneath)
and knows, grows and becomes.