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

Immaculate matter

Escape the grandeur of meaning and truth?

What fear

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?