For Merinda
The beginning
no spark shimmers
on the glass smooth waters –
silent, still, potent
Spirit
hovering, brooding
on endless possibilities –
a choice is made
on endless possibilities –
a choice is made
Light
an intake of breath
a word breathed out – the first
brushstroke of light
God said
sound resounding
light shimmering
God's heart spoken into flesh
Creation
each quivering atom
each questing soul caught up
in God's unending dance
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