Shards Of The Almighty Spirit

At Creation's Big Bang,
The Cosmos filled with matter,
Perhaps, at the same time,
We heard a Spirit shatter.

A spiritual explosion
At the moment of Creation,
When the Word of God took form.

Almighty shards,
Piercing our hearts,
Forming our souls
In His Image and Likeness.

Imprinting His face
One each colour, creed and race.

A desire in each the same,
That these splinters be made whole,
Reunited, in one Soul,

With the Creator Spirit
From whence we came.

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