Beginnings

This poem was read in church today and struck a chord with me.

Beginnings
Carol Lynn Pearson

Today
You came running
With a small specked egg
Warm in your hand.
You could barely understand,
I know,
As I told you of Beginnings– 
Of egg and bird.

Told, too,
That years ago you began,
Smaller than sight.
And then,
As egg yearns for sky
And seed stretches to tree,
You became– 
Like me.

Oh, 
But there’s so much more.
You and I, child,
Have just begun.

Think:
Worlds from now
What might we be?– 
We, who are seed
Of Deity.