Saturday, 12 April 2025

Creation

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An intermingling of creation stories with modern science in this poem. It was originally called "ruach", which is a Hebrew word which can mean wind, spirit, breath.

Creation

Into emptiness, the void, the great dark:
The light came, exploding from one spark;
Solar winds spread out across the space:
Stars and planets created from that trace;
After millennia, the dusts of cosmos roam,
I see formed, our sun, our earth, our home;
Drawn in gravity's well, from cosmic dust,
Born on the solar wind, the star born gust;
This winds blows, fierce and never tame:
And our earth is born in smoke and flame:
Formless, taking shape from tongues of fire,
Creating all we need, and all we will desire;
And then comets come, a rain of frozen ice:
Faith sees providence, unbelief a falling dice;
Ice melts, and a raging ocean ebbs and flows,
And over the waters, the wind still blows,
Breath of life, comes to the waters deep,
Come forth from water to land now creep:
The ancient ferns, insects in their flight:
In the beginning, the world of our delight.


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