Let There Be Light
Donald P. Goodman III
Whence comes the blazing ball that rules the broad, blue sky;
the softer, silver sphere that circles in the dark;
the wild and waving winds; the raging rains; the spark
of lucent lightning, loud with thuds of thunder; why
does grass so green grow in the ground; whence grow so high
the tow'ring turrets of the trees; why lilts the lark
and flies the falcon, dives the dolphin, strikes the shark,
and coast the clouds across the stars e'er soaring by?
O, whence these wonders, miracles of sound and sight,
awe-making marvels moving men who see to sigh?
Whence rose this realm of miracles for man's delight?
A world of wonders! All-Father! let there by light!