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Larissa Miller, from Guests of Eternity

'It was on the very last day of creation'

It was on the very last day of creation
that speech rose into rhyme,
when the Lord looked at
the work of His hands and suddenly something
sang in Him, as though a string was touched
in the soul and began to sing all at once:
it trembled and caught fire
and all the words, that had lived apart,
prayed through rears: 'O Lord,
O make it so that all can come together,
fuse, interweave.' From that time forwards
rhyme trembles like a flame,
born of two words,
at the height of the Divine game.