The Cosmic Quill
In the beginning, there was only sound
The whispered words of God, echoing all around
A canvas of darkness, awaiting the stroke
Of creation's brush, as the universe awoke
With syllables of fire, He spoke the light
And stars were born, in all their celestial might
Gas and dust coalesced, in a swirling dance
As planets formed, in a majestic trance
In the depths of space, a rhythm began to play
A harmony of atoms, in a celestial sway
Matter and energy, entwined in a cosmic spin
As the universe unfolded, like a work of art within
With every word, a new creation took flight
A tapestry of life, in all its vibrant light
From the simplest cell, to the complex and grand
The poetry of God, unfolded across the land
In the mysteries unknown, His words resound
Echoes of a language, that only He has found
A hidden code, that governs all we see
A symphony of secrets, waiting to be set free
With each new dawn, a fresh verse is revealed
A chapter in the story, of the universe unveiled
The poetry of God, a never-ending stream
A cosmic narrative, that's been unfolding since the dream
In the hearts of humans, His words take root
A spark of creativity, that sets the soul afloat
A yearning to express, the beauty and the pain
A reflection of the divine, in the human refrain
Through the ages, His poetry has been told
In the myths and legends, of a story yet untold
A testament to the power, of the spoken word
A reminder of the magic, that's been forever heard
In the grand tapestry, of time and space
The poetry of God, is the hidden thread that's woven in place
A celestial music, that harmonizes all
A cosmic rhythm, that beats within the heart of all
In the silence and the sound, His words abide
A perpetual creation, that's always being designed
The poetry of God, a never-ending song
A celestial hymn, that's been singing all along
Copyright ©
David Hurlburt
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