Torches Of Heaven Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

From the birth of light till the death of Time,
The swift-swirling torches that sail our clime
Were arrayed in rafters for the blue Earth
In celestial patterns across the hearth.
The trudging of Nature across Time's path
Did foster the gale of these artifacts.

For while light was birthed with words of faith
And mystery was sheathed in bemused state,
The torches of Heaven became tendrils
Of God's first sculptures 'fore mountains and hills.
And till date, they glimmer and robe in light
To brighten the faint day and wreathe the night.