Creator and Created,
Fine silvery threads
dance confidently on
Open waters, drawing
up the life which
Floats along vast
currents.
Behind the mirror
existence shines back
From ages past and
teams of creation,
Yet unseen they wait for
their moment.
Through dry mists
glowing embers explode
Casting their presence
across unwatched
Empty highways –
waiting.
And there, in the
presence still,
Sings the longing of
companionship and
Togetherness – choral
punctuations in an
otherwise ever silent
crowd.
Bless me Creator for hearing
that which
Deafens silent calls,
spilling across both
Time and space,
happenstance and accomplishment
All of which call out to
you.
Through the great emptiness
I shall move my
Soul seeking a path
through the turbulent
and fragmented shards
upon which the…
Fine silvery threads
dance confidently on
Open waters, drawing
up the life which
Struggles against unbridled
torrents.
Those same fine silvery
threads give way to
shouts and wailing, and
gnashing – as Zeus
Casts out his mighty
hand.
For a moment the world
stops
and all ceases to
exist
save for one glimmer of hope
– rebirth-
Fine silvery threads
dance confidently on
Open waters, drawing
up the life which
Floats along vast
currents.
God is created anew
and we dance to our
own rebirth.
Own rebirth.
