There is no greater miracle than this: The quickening of flesh within the womb, Summoning an angel to a kiss. Ay, me! Again the gist of Genesis: The gulf of light darts vast against the gloom! There is no greater miracle than this. Ay, me! Again the voice of the abyss, Tailoring the temple to the tomb, Summoning an angel to a kiss. The paradox defies analysis: Soul from sand, sanctity from spume. There is no greater miracle than this. Nor ought one such absurdity dismiss: The rationing of reason to a room, Summoning an angel to a kiss. Life walks upon a sea of nothingness, Eternal in the beauty of its bloom. There is no greater miracle than this: Summoning an angel to a kiss.