Blank faces, back spaces,
going back to the beginning
and even beyond
the moment of conception.

Beyond the knowing
of form or line
or recognition
of the order of things -
no light here,
or fear.

No familiar shapes either
but somehow the sounds of comfort
like a suckling breast
filtering down through the veils
of the universe.

Inwardly I see
the hand of the Creator
lifted high
and poised
in commanding,
that soon I should commence
the race of life.

© John A. Moller
Whiskey Two Company RNZIR