In The Beginning Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the beginning
where we came from,
something was singing
and growing life blossom.

and then we came
from deep of someplace,
like a life's flame
in flickering ways.

Ever going on
days to deep night,
flying in the sun
finding ways in light.

In the beginning
time was all still,
matter together stringing
to make and fulfill.

Ways have turned and gone
and nothing is known,
we keep just going on
until the ways are shown.

Ever going on
days to deep night,
flying in the sun
finding ways in light.

Tomorrow isn't here
with new times learning,
but it shall appear
as the day is turning.

Ever going on
days to deep night,
flying in the sun
finding ways in light.