Time - in the minute beginnings of life
So intricately delicate and precise
There, floating, hidden in secret
Within your light proof room
Thriving! Alive! Love consumed,
Blanketed under a nocturnal dreaming
A human composition the mighty one is weaving
Not unlike a pilgrim in a strange place
You grow with grace
With a whisper and with a hush
You are made of spiritual dust
Tell me tiny seed, what is your planets sound?
Is your world as quiet as a flower pushing through the ground?
Following your charted course a ballet of sorts
With whirling pirouettes and elegant minuets
This dance you do Jesus
A beautiful miracle,
Eyes have shown, feet and hands have bloomed
The heart flutters and the brain, ah yes, the brain, it perceives!
Can one believe? A child conceived
Welcome one of a kind creation
ZYGOTE WARRIOR ......
POEM from Knight in the Forest of the Pons
( Journey to the Syndrome)