Spirit of Creation
From the void it starts
an incessant need
to fill our hearts
our spirits feed
Breaths slow and still
an eye turned to see
a hope to fill
a life to free
A song is there
Soft and light
It is held with care
Not ready for sight
Yet it still strives
to itself break free
to touch other lives
that they may see
A human heart
that far from full
each note apart
will fill the soul
Yet still it waits
for someone to hear
to open the gates
and be sung in every ear
This poem is about:
Me
Our world