The Miracle of Birth

The Miracle of Birth

I saw my soul a traveller through Time;
    From life to life the cosmic ways it trod,
Obscure in the depths and on the heights sublime,
    Evolving from the worm into the god.

A spark of the eternal Fire, it came
    To build a house in Matter for the Unborn.
The inconscient sunless Night received the flame,
    In the brute seed of things dumb and forlorn

Life stirred and Thought outlined a gleaming shape
    Till on the stark inanimate earth could move,
Born to somnambulist Nature in her sleep,
    A thinking creature who can hope and love.

Still by slow steps the miracle goes on,
The Immortal's gradual birth mid mire and stone.