Sparkling Heavens

©2012, Olan L. Smith

Genesis ― initiations followed by further?

Is life a cycle unending? Of ones, followed by twos, threes … billions?

Accomplishments are milestones―

Life’s terrain alters ― we go up, changes ― we descend.

Dig our grave and gaze upward,

Observe the sky; climb out and stare down…

See our progenitor?  Dirt, living soil, and in time

Earth again?  A night sky provides immense inspiration,

Conjecture what we are, minuscule particles―

Clay vessels burnished by a fiery furnace

Annealed by commerce ― flesh becomes muscle,

Sinew cleaves to bone; nevertheless, gray-matter houses a glowing

Ember.  We are more than biological automatons.  What glory

Is derived from this crossing?  Necessity says, “Gaze homeward,

Within the heart of a sun is origin;” else, stare into the grave

And query, “Is this all?”  I look toward our galaxy and question.