Origins’ Hymn
Greatness in smallness,
Smallness from Good,
Sunlight in water,
Wind in the wood.
Compassion-directed,
Toward compass points where
Fostering-complected
Wastelands or weirs
Entwined among parcels,
Beached through sonic waves,
Bestowed on sky prairies,
In mature cosmic space.
Those storm-driven fingers,
Along lightning-based sparkles,
Shadows, and lingering
Parts of dense quarks, all
Made lava-sourced wingers,
Formed aqua-bound tresses,
Ardently brought us
Illness and redresses.
While sky fires burst,
Triggering grand natal scenes,
Oceans, plus heavens shaped
Earth phases green.
This globe’s explosions
Transpired upright,
When core units shifted
New life from long night.
Greatness in grandness,
Grandness as should,
His Glorious Wisdom
Named “creation” as “good.”
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