(fûr'me-ment)

Penguins? Embryonic bones? What does that have to do with religion?

When my bones were still embryonic
I heard the word as I read along
eyes flicking from page to penguin and back
so strong and supportive it sounded
so capable of my crosses.

My mind made for me
I, in faithful willingness,
placed upon the firmament
as were so many others for so many years
as it was in the beginning
and anchored upon the firmament
with so many others
watched the sleek walls built before and around
built strong upon the firmament
like so many others

I watched the sun through the window
and felt its filtered warmth
and reached to touch it and felt
cold purified granulated sand
and I didn't know how to fall
until I looked it up.