Member Poem

Creation

And he took the tiny shape within His hands
And held it tightly clasped between his fists
And with the soft warmness of its body
Beneath His palms pulsating, life exists.
Mark the adoration pouring from His soul,
Radiating, shining from His eyes,
The ecstasy of feeling.  The pain!  The sorrow!
The life force exhilaration. “Yes!”  He cries.
One small heart pumping, quivering with fright,
Afraid within the darkness of those hands.
Uncomprehending the blackness, as it waits for life and light,
Yet, breathlessly it gasps!  Then understands.
At last it dawns, that one small chink.
A solitary eye glistening, blinking at the light.
As it hovers there, hesitating, dazzled
The hand shades the glare and a whisper gives it flight.
And the fist lovingly unclenches.
Permits the form to spread its dew wet wings.
It feebly flaps to free itself and flies
Soaring! Singing!  Cuts loose its unseen strings
A lone hand waves and sighing, bids farewell
Withdraws the breath to start another life.
This same salute from the Creator made man!
Man makes only strife.