The Word
In the beginning was the WORD
And the WORD was ALL –
No sights no sounds
No memory to recall.
It filled the void
From no-thing to no-where
Through eons of time
Before time was there.
When out of the blackness
Soup of the stars,
The WORD spoke forth
Saying here I AM and
Here WE ARE.
Spewing forth goodness
From ITS sub-atomic being
Outward bound expanding, far
Beyond our human seeing.
Collating and collecting
Attracting, intercepting
Each morsel of matter IT made;
Creating the suns, swirling
Constellations on the run
Mother Earth, Her gardens, trees and shade.
Then along came man
To understand
We’re not accidental, inconsequential
Intergalactic dust!
We’re made from the WORD
And the WORD’s within
Everything we see, feel, dream inside
Of US.
And the WORD still flows
In the wind that blows
And flowers that grow
And every thought
From our deep inner spaces;
Every work of art,
Every stop and start
Of monuments, buildings, races.
Every song ever sung and bell ever rung,
Every sunset that mystified,
Each symbol, scroll, letter
That en-lightened US better
Every laugh, smile, tear ever cried.
The WORD still lingers
On the tips of our fingers from
Consciousness below and above.
There’s simply no doubt
This universe shouts:
It’s all about BEING
In love.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2011
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