In the beginning, God created . . .
The reality in which I live
The reality by which I see
The reality which is me.
The heavens and the earth.
And I was without form, and void;
And darkness was upon the face of my soul.
And his Spirit hovered over the waters of my soul.
And then he spoke to me
And his Word
Flooded my world
“Let there be . . .”
It shone in the darkness
And chased away my night
And my former darkness
Understood it not.
He filled my world with starlit wonder
And caused the Son to shine upon me;
Even the moon reflects his light in the valley
Of the shadow of death
Which I must walk through.
“Let them be for signs, and for seasons,
and for days, and for years . . .”
I AM but dust
Yet you breathed into me
The breath of life
And have remade me
Into your likeness
And, behold. . .it is very good.