A poem by Adam A. deFranco
What has called life to origins
From the fiery furnace of primal chaos?
What has set the elements of nature a tremor
And combined them in sublime order?
If there is consciousness
And the primal impulse
Streams through entire creation
How is it we
Clothed too in
Escape the grandeur of meaning and truth?
What outworn garment
Has hidden our naked splendor,
When the universe has woven itself
In the ripple of our very fabric
And threads us through all that exist?