MAN'S BEGINNING
When God was young and wandered through the
skies
Supreme and unadored, content to be
The only vessel on His starry sea,
He had no wish for sight of other eyes.
But, as the years flew by, He older grew,
And held less dear the loneliness He found,
When from some long-since reign He caught the
sound
Of play-mate deities, whom once He knew.
Half-heedlessly He stooped toward a star
And kissed its silver lips, when forth there came
A little god, in speech like to those same
Dear children whom in sleep He heard afar.
The Father God pulsated through His heart,
He cried, "O Child, my little son thou art."