From the brooding nebula's womb
The stars are born.
From profound urges of love
And sex,
Something cosmic mates,
And fiery bursts come forth
And grow into Suns and Daughters.
Plasmic warmth and life take form.
Brilliant indescribable colors and shapes
Move upon the deep,
And dark energy craves
Inadmissible desires.

And, yet, it is from this unspeakable perfection
That you and I
Live and move and have our being.

We stand face to face
In the same Love,
The same Gracious Multiplicity,
The self-same singularity
That stands alone in the face of doubt
And states universal truths:

We are perfect, too.

-jenn