Inge Haupt
Chewing CudArchive for creation
The Soul’s Passage
The souls line up like a million stars,
A river of billowing light and song.
Before them a passage of hours and days,
Behind them the throng
Of heaven’s voices.
Their wing tips humming with the deep thrumb
Of creation.
For behind and below and betwixt and before
Suns, moons, stars and galaxies fall
And rise,
Spinning.
Their incandescent song praising celestial choices.
The passage forged in the bowels of the earth
With fire and brimstone and hands of despair,
Coiled and contorted on a blistering potter’s wheel,
Then finally released into netherwhere.
Born into limbo,
Its cold, hot heart begins to beat;
Its diamond sides glow and pulsate with a soft, low song;
Its spirit awakens and is ready
To beat, burst, thrust
From the belly of the earth;
Through the tearing pain of the mother’s womb,
Through the brimming tears of the father’s soul,
Through space, through time, through the highest hereafter
To the brink of nothingness,
Where stars sing, angels thrumb
And light-clad souls stand at the threshold of eternity.
She glances down at her iridescence,
Diamond-clad soul with the fate of mankind clasped to her breast.
Beside her, the thick cocoon of joy and song
Is rent.
Into the bellowing breach, darkness bubbles through.
A screaming, fearing, thrashing pierces the throng,
Forcing its way through the billowing light and song,
As warders bring her, the doomèd one.
The closer she gets to her passage of pain
The fainter her glow.
Her cloth of light and song fade
As she is torn from divinity;
Light shredded from her being
on the grater of Godless servitude.
Clothed in darkness
And forced to eat the bitter stew
That no mother’s pity, nor father’s sweat could assuage.
The Miracle (of science)
A seed is sown In a Petri dish
And rapturous tendrils merge After a giant needle with
with the verdant earth of the mother’s womb. 23% NaCl in solution Cells hum with the songs of creation injects it in.
As they blossom and burst into being. Multiplying like a virus,
The fire of the spirit capers outwards The genetic, rotated Like dandelion seeds on a warm summer breeze, dodecahedron forms
Touching here, touching there, Causing ‘events’ in other locations.
Igniting the soul with song. The inner cells form three layers.
Venules trickle blue-blood Strings of blood vessels connect through the fissures of the earth, mother and child.
Ancient as time, is the umbilical cord.
Yet vital and abundant as each new spring A large bulge appears Bursting larvally through each life-affirming beat. where the heart is.
Senses awaken, as nerves furrow A bump for the head is acquired.
Pathways smelling the richness of loam. The brain is developing
The cry of the ether where stars shower their tears Whilst nerves are Of joy in the beating breast of newly formed flesh. propagated to major organs.
She grows through the bounty of the mother, Food, oxygen and antibodies are passed to the foetus.
Gains strength from the might of the father, After twelve weeks of development it begins to move.
Cocooned in the clasp of a munificent cusp, The amniotic sac stretches to contain the quickly growing infant.
Drinking the knowledge of evolutionary springs.
