Creation

And Lo! The brothers, Life, be cleft in twain; One Spirit, Earth the other, paired alive, Yet sep’rate these eternal orphans reign; Fraternal cries in blackening darkness dive. The brother, Spirit, strains his ear to hear, If only but a whisper brought to him; Yet falling in despair hears nothing near to clear from fear his lips of trembling rim. But then a “human” vision he did think; Yes, beings bred to bridge the gap we’ll seed. We’ll talk to them, the Earth and I, like ink, Upon the parchment of their mind we’ll read. So Spirit blew two souls down to the land, His brother made them casings out of sand.