I'm thinking of Genesis where God recorded His work.
"and the evening and morning were the first, second, third... day"
on throughout the six days of Creation.
And He added each time "and it was good."
He spoke the world into being with His breath
the light, heaven and earth, plants, sun and moon,
creatures of the sea and sky, beasts of the earth,
in response to His words - "Let there be..."
"The stillest hour of the (sixth) night had come,
the hour before dawn, when the world seem(ed) to hold its breath."
The moment when God created man out of the dust of the ground.
He breathed into the nostrils of man - the breath of life.
Thus, man became a living soul made in the image of God..
And God said, "It is not good for man to be alone."
He took one rib from man and made him a mate
When Adam woke up he said, "she shall be called woman."
I pause almost daily to re-think this awesome thought:
We have the very breath of God for that is what life is,
life eternal, never to end, unlike the rest of creation -
There will be a new heaven and new earth, but man is eternal.
quote used with variation is by poet Kate Chopin (1899)
November 12, 2022
"She wanted something to happen- something, anything: she did not know what."
--Kate Chopin
Yes, I wanted something to happen
I wanted him to love me,
to even notice me,
but he sped through Life
as if I was a dead girl walking.
To him, I was nothing.
To me, he was everything.
To me, he was Life and Breath
He was Water and Nourishment
He was Spirit and Soul
He was my all,
though I scarcely knew him.
I knew him not,
But I knew I loved him.
I knew Love well enough to know it came to me continuously
Like a cat in need of attention.
But he knew not Love,
For he shunned me.
He shunned me like the moon shuns the sun.
We met no more,
Nor did I see him anywhere.
Nor did it matter anymore.
He left me
I wanted something to happen...
anything to happen...
But nothing ever did.
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