Kaleidoscope (1966)

We are but minute parts
Amid a living web, that starts
But never ends-that germinates
From far beyond the human sight,
And bursts more wondrously than Vega
Into a blinding flash of colour,
Dazzling those who dare to look:
Like coloured beads upon a screen
That glimmer in a shimmering sheen
Of liquid colour, flowing smooth
With every tint and every hue:
Burning red melts Arctic blue
Which merge and form a regal blush,
And then with yellow heavenward rush;
A gleaming column, reaching up -
A blinding finger: there at the tip
It fuses violently: explodes
In unique majesty, to blinding white
That feeds His word with endless light.
A little word that no-one knows -
Love.

P. M. POOL, M.VI Maths