Winithread

Winithread
By Chris Commodore © 2007

Teeny wriggling mini heads
They dwarf the smallest pinheads
Wee dots so small the human eye
Without a scope cannot espy

The Master's divine trademark
Almighty circumspection
No faults, mistakes, no blemish lack
True heavenly perfection

A speck from Eve two fortnights waits
A partner crumb from Adam starts
Then both dots do the dance of fate
To force-fill earth with crucial hearts

They stay and swim together
Hugging that life-giving wall
Six thousand hours later
The story of us all

That union lasts but for a while
With Nature at the helm
Each outcome is without a guile
All doubting minds to overwhelm

Imagine all who's walked this realm
The layman, Emperor, the king
Who've sat at any earthly helm
All products of that teeny-weenie thing

Divine microbiology
Since that most precious morn
Preceded all technology
Before the stars were born