Once in an age comes a moment of truth
Order from chaos, an allness from naught
And from its first tender moments of youth
Blooms a bright rightness eternally sought.
But here in this one of many like worlds
At the moment of a moment's first birth
White wings and sable did slowly unfurl
Spreading twin lights o'er our darkling white earth.
Whither they came, whate'er their desire,
Their hearts runneth over with something like love,
Kindling the world-heart, stoking inner fire,
And showing us paths to our own light above.
Through anguish and joy, abstrusely divine,
Together they toil in their grand design.