The Ecumenical Stalagmites Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Out of the cosmic mass
There formed a pious cave.
In the beginning, there was Lime
And the cave wept Water.
The duality of Lime in unending Drip
And there grew two revelations of the Drip
The Drip made Rock

The Stalactites growing down
The Stalagmites growing up
Cave bats screech of bitter years in the darkness
The warfare of the Cascades
Like dragons' teeth, both sects
Thinking the other, heretic

Stalagmites called their enemies `Pinocchios'
Stalactites called Stalagmites 'Little Pricks'
Aeons passed. The factions' views grew harder
Lately, some of their members have connected
Making a column, threatening the cosmic order
Drips, acting as ecclesiastical brokers
Learning to bridge the loneliness of the void