67. FIRST SPARK

First spark of pure blessing

Never extinquished in all the history of time

Ye have lived through every cruel storm

The human race has ever encountered

Darkest nor coldest could corode

This gold of soul

This motherheart of knowing

In the beginning

When all pots were broken

The potter could clearly see

In some atoms the perfect design

Refused to yield to any distortion.

For the sake of these loyal atoms

All things were spared

That these atoms

In time would restore all things

A spark, an atom, a star, a womb,

A child, a man, a woman, a world.