Claytonia
Claytonia
How God ignited the living continuum
No mind can fathom; nor therefrom,
How we sparked to flame.
Yet, some Sparks must beget Starbursts-
Not Stars; Ephemerals, in their fleeting bursts,
Are needed not less than Oaks.
I kneel in prayer to lift up her small light
Against the dark, not to mourn what might,
But illuminate the birthright of the briefest life.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2008
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