Sing, O silent voice of reason, of the child
beneath the night,
Lost below the countless stars and heaven’s
endless height.
Alone his little mind wandered, where the
silent heavens burned,
To contemplate the empty vast, in reflective
thought it turned.
In wonder of what exists in infinity, far
beyond the Milky Way,
Past the fringe of darkness, where the eternal
light decays.
Beyond the universe, to the cosmos, too vast
to comprehend,
Where answers may yet linger—to the
beginning, and the end.
Going where space unfolds into infinite
unknown matter,
Out where fine cosmic dust and celestial ash
lie scattered.
Perhaps out there, the genesis of life—a
power most divine,
The answer to all mystery, and the very
thread of time.
Or maybe at the edge—a vast, and unbreachable
domain,
An impervious cosmic boundary, a great
enclosing plane.
Protecting all life’s existence in a state of
unseen being,
By some gigantic celestial force—a watchful
eye, all-seeing.
As he searched the endless haze, his eyes
fixed on a darkened hole,
Perhaps a silent mirror of something lost
within his soul.
Then from the depths of space, beyond the
reach of time, it came—
The finest shaft of light, igniting conscious
thought within his brain.
No force announced its coming, no voice from
throne or sky,
It moved with gentle certainty, just as quiet
as a sigh.
Borne of the night, within that silver beam,
a sacred seed was sown,
And in that silent moment, he knew, he was no
longer alone.
Like a tiny ember burning in tinder, stirred
by tender breeze,
Cradled in creation’s grasp, held softly in
its parentheses.
Some thought it but a shooting star, a
fleeting streak of light,
A dying spark of matter that had pierced the
veil of night.
Yet within his mind of innocence, it rooted,
deep and true,
Taking fragile infant steps through all he
journeyed through.
From trials and from errors made, its quiet
wisdom grew,
A forming, living conscience evolved, in
philosophical debut.
The seed of promise flourished where its
silent roots had grown,
And wisdom rose and strengthened in a mind
now fully sown.
Rising from each shadowed night, though the
path was often long,
Still the seed pressed onward, gathering
resolve, growing strong.
It learned to weather scorn and pain, through
hardship it endured,
With every burden carried, a strong foundation
was secured.
And in the depths of wondering, through
uncertainty it shone,
That single spark multiplied—no longer lost,
nor alone.
Planting seeds of kindness in the soil of
others’ where it thrived,
Through shadow and through sunlight, ever
onward it strived.
Each trial it encountered became etched, an eternal
flight,
As it pierced the deepest darkness and
absorbed the guiding light.
The night could not contain it, nor could
fear its course confine,
Bearing all life’s weight, its quiet flames
began to shine.
And when those tender seedlings bent beneath
the strain of strife,
They gathered strength and marked their place
upon the face of life.
The world was often cruel, and the weight of
pain severe,
Yet still they stood unwavering, unbroken
through their fear.
No chains nor bitter tempests could bend
their steady minds,
For light had taken root within, its truth no
darkness blinds.
Where once confusion lingered, now conscience
took its place,
And patient hands of reason shaped a path of
truth and grace.
To plant in others’ hearts the same enduring,
gentle art—
To grow the seed of understanding in the
garden of the heart.
Written By: Alan.Clark@WW1POET (March 2026)
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