At your command, light came into being
Spoken syllables became substance,
Sentences became species,
and statements became stars.
Verbs turned your vision into vegetation, and your
vocal flow formed the fabric of the firmament.
But it was your fingers which framed flesh from the field.
As you molded man,
and with every impression of your hand
modeled him after Yourself,
the Great I Am.
Ever so carefully,
you breathed life into him,
cautiously placing him
in the garden you cultivated.
What pride and joy you must have felt
gazing at that gorgeous little guy,
the crown of your creation,
as he call by name
the creatures you created.
And what love with which you took that rib
from his side as he slept,
and you wove a wondrous work,
bringing her to the man,
drawing worship through his wordage
when he whispered,
Wow! A woman!
"Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bones..."
And just like that
Man became poet.
Wooed and likely blushing, she'd
take his hand
as you smiled where you stood
and declared all that you made as
“very good.”
About the Creator
Mezmur
Rooted in Christian faith yet unafraid of human fragility, Mezmur writes as both survivor and worshipper. Her work invites readers to breathe again, to see that even in the deepest silence, Love remains.
Comments (2)
This feels like an intimate exploration of the beginning of everything. I love the idea of creation as both a process of craftsmanship and love it’s so tender and reverent.
Yasssss !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! That’s what he did!!!! Amen!!!!! Love this so much!