...And God Said, 'Let There Be Light' Poem by Beryl Dov

Beams of light, bright and straight
Curve with intent, bent to create
And know themselves, in form manifest
This one an eagle, that one a nest.
The shortest of these beams decree
To become a creature, with its will still free.
So with half it’s power it assumes
The form of man; and above it looms
The other half, its light unbound -
A soul with two feet on the ground.
Though not as grand as galaxies,
Of which it is a part
This shortest beam still remains
Closest to God’s heart.