Oh sing to me, minstrel, of the cell’s soul,
of spirit in each biomolecule.
Oh sing protoplasm’s universal
love, membrane’s selective and secure rule
of passage—royal guard of all living.
Oh sing of your one hundred trillion cells
structured to define your beauty, giving
credence to your sacred song. Chant and tell
of meteorites soaring with first birth,
of deep sea gestation, fierce lightning strikes,
organelles adapting—their vital worth.
Strum your strings, enchanting every psyche.
As you sing, walk with me on that far hill
glowing sunlike, flooded with daffodils.
Roger Armbrust
June 17, 2013
