The Children Of God Poem by Mark Heathcote

Intelligence is a divine light
Glowing in all directions
Whatever torch it holds travels
Throughout space and time
And orbits, a spiritual realm
That transcends all elements
Of our; so-called knowledge
So that is why we are called.
The Children of God
From germ cell to a molecule
From mineral-to-atom
All matter and anti-matter
Can never be - destroyed.
So that is why we are called.
The Children of God
Whatever collides together?
Is transformed, moulded a new.
Each with the energy to energize
A star and cause a core reaction
In the body of that living star
Alive or dead, that star is you
So that is why we are called.
The Children of God
Your life's end - doesn't supplicate
No new beginnings end:
That is only for the flesh
The Subterranean, diviners climatic
So the rains decent is in order
Of his ascent to look over us
So that is why we are called.