Beginnings Today You came running With a small specked egg Warm in your hand. You could barely understand, I know, As I told you of Beginnings- Of egg and bird. Told, too, That years ago you began, Smaller than sight. And then, As egg yearns for sky And seed stretches to tree, You became- Like me. Oh, But there's so much more. You and I, child, Have just begun. Think: Worlds from now What might we be?- We, who are seed Of Deity.
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