Electrical Mysteries Of Heaven Poem by David Kowalczyk

Electrical Mysteries Of Heaven

Rating: 4.8


(My conception, and yours,
were truly immaculate.)


First, we are made of words.
Flesh and blood follow.


We were conceived not
when some wild and reckless
sperm swam past mind-boggling obstacles
to fertilize an egg,


but when our parents first
looked into each other's eyes
and murmured, 'I love you.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 27 December 2007

I like this very much. It seems terribly romantic to me. Excellent writing and ending.

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David Kowalczyk

David Kowalczyk

Batavia, New York
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