We're born half-blind,
shrieking, covered in blood-
and we tear our writhing body,
from anothers living being.
Life can only come from life,
it's blood for blood,
a body for a body;
something much greater
has assembled us
from the many parts of itself.
And because of our immersion,
our favored position in the galaxy,
near all the innermost secrets
of complexity,
some hidden part of ourselves
can now construct a universe
entirely from scratch:
Even now, universes are sprouting inside,
just waiting for the next quickening to arrive-
our little puppet personality is only a shell,
cradling an explosive event.
I have long said to religious friends of mine - If I need a miracle then I only need to see a pregnant woman, please do not insult me with fairy tales when I have the real thing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a truly beautiful poem, Patti. Deep in meaning. I can fully connect to it God has indeed put a part of himself in us If we manage to connect to our soul, we get close to Him Each soul is indeed something very special. Just a pity that so few people realise this.