James Byrd Poet Free verse

Thread

The thread of kinship lovingly binds us 
in graceful spirals deep within.
A cold eye would see only 
a thin molecule of four bases...
A cold eye guided by a cold heart 
would ignore the mystery of that line
that began with the little ones 
who prepared the way 
when the Earth was a child.
The cosmic language of the quickening,
the four-letter alphabet 
with an infinite vocabulary.
Simple elements drawn together
by the dance of the electrons.
Swirling into awareness,
recognizing loneliness,
finding love,
and binding us. 
Across distances.
Across time.
In the thread of kinship.

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Debbie Guzzi February 17, 2009 at 5:55 AM God’s Side Between the between’s, Where the vastness of Universes, Comprise the backbone of cosmic structure. Where comets create neural synapses; And plasma pulses nourish black holes; Where solar flares erupt, Spewing spasms of information, Into the abyss of space. In this sublime endless, mindful, state; Where neither up nor down, Now, nor then, exist, Where is God’s side? I see what you see aye?