Thunder Souls (Joseph G. Stephens)

Let us begin in the beginning,
when the door of eternity squeaked open
and through it flowed the light that fills you.
Let us transpose upon this moment the colors of every variation
and seek out the first snow flakes of youth
caught with astounded wonder on the tip of our noses.
Let us feel the first fur within our fingers
and smell the head of the first baby ever born.
Let us turn all of what has past away
and embrace only what is and was good
in ourselves and the world around us
in the beating thunder of our souls.