hallowed be
the silence
where moonbeams glow.
hallowed be
the loneliness
that caused the sperm
to bite the seed
that bore your smile
connected to
your womb
felicitiously joined to
the infinite possibilities
of your mind
created
by a god
who craved the blessing
of your touch
at the very instant
when the yin
needed to collide
with the yang
to paint the dark pattern
on the wing of the orange butterfly
which signalled the universe
to enunciate the sounds
of the first chapter of creation.