A New Light
God created the world
in 6 days, and from the
seventh on, after a brief
pause
He, nor us, have ever
entirely rested –
Why must it be,
either or~Evolution
or Creation?
Why not both? --
I stand on the mount
of existence, looking
off, into known and
even greater yet to be
defined and explored
sensing Spirit the real of me
indestructible
and the mirror,
my freewill reflection
(my timed presence)
though dear -- a mere
fluid puddle
I splash in
and skim over
gone with the sun
now a new light
and my new day
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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