Note: This is the first poem in a 5-part series. The writing of further poems in this series is likely at a future date.) br br All that is in creation falls into an attentive hush br As the Creator speaks into the emptiness br From His mind into reality comes a sphere br And light for that which shall be day, br Darkness for that which shall be known as night, br Yet with lights of its own, lights of beauty br For the days to come after Man has fallen br And forgotten his Maker, the One that breathed life into him br Man will look into the sky late at night and stand in wonderment br And ask themselves and others, what is it that draws me so? br The night sky holds a great riddle, for there is truth in it br The light out there beckons me, and I feel a great longing br For something that I lost though I never really had br Something lost long ago, long before I was ever born br And yet somehow, whatever was lost, I lost it too br Many, many years before I was ever conceived.