This is a rewrite of something I wrote and posted a few weeks ago (here). I decided I hadn't done a good enough job on it and it was too vague. So, here's the second attempt.
Past Our Beginning
the memory rises from the garden
of our mothers and our fathers
the place of our beginnings
it is the memory of our first need
and the first promise of redemption
it reaches the heights of infinite space
expanding in waves of motion
unhindered and undisturbed
only ancient particles of cosmic dust
can break the roundness of the circle
as it ripples across infinity
the universe itself responds
in tongueless chorus
chanting as trumpets
with no need of breath
the memory has been carried away
from this round globe
so far beyond that it returns
to the place that is past our beginnings
Rachelle LeCount
March 13, 2012
