It all started with the Big Bang

careening beyond the blackness,

weaving blue electricity

through the barren void of cosmos.


Then came the endless pulse of light

like a cardiac monitor

calling to the cradle of life

for it to be reborn again


and from the womb of the stars sprung

the stories of sacred spirits

that stoked our imaginations

like stacks of wood on the fire.


Until, at last, the burnt day comes;

where billowing flames unravel

the broken strands of creation

back to the heart of its great beast


and out of the blackened ashes

will crawl the Small Song of silence

who will retie the strings of shame

with the ropes of humility.



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