Nothing

I am the sum of nothing - nought
The child of sterility
Yet I rise
Surely to the absolute
And the certain certainties.

If youth is not young
This tin-radiant surprise
Is the extraordinary soul of a lily.

Love's unbridled filly
Unshod
In Utility's smithy
Understands God
Better than priest or pithy
Half-talking poet. If a man
Bending the realist bar
To logical uses - 
He a goose is, 
Slave of a plan
That has never sent flying a star.