Zygote




Zygote


The angels stand speechless at each little soul

From two loves, one flesh —

Ineffable.

When the worlds collide 

And a small seed hides inside a woman’s fair flower garden — Beautiful 


Swift yet silent is a new bud hastening 

To new forms, rising from a new strength, wakening...

But still, small — all within the limits of a pinpoint!

Atoms, splitting quickly into slender fingers, thin joints...


There! where the makings of a man first flourishes 

There at the start where the warm dark nourishes 

The molding, unfolding of a whole new universe

The first of its kind 

which the stars of the sky cannot contain


A refrain rises up from the awe-struck seraphim 

Long before the 6 week heartbeat bursts through

In liquid soundwaves

Heaven take care of him!

Glory to the Maker of the Living

In the living thing made!


Soundless are the world’s most dazzling miracles 

Secret as the seed’s unraveling... lyrical,

Only to the hearts which hearken 

To the sweet demands of peace

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