When God said 'Let There Be'

Sometimes one poem inspires another...

when I posted the previous photo it begged for its own poem:)

God said, 'let there be'

And from these words were born

The quiet blue of dusk-adieu

The golden-haloed morn

The rush of sea that sweeps

To stays of sandy shore

The food for need tucked in a Seed

Time’s temporary More

The mischief-freckled lad

His curiosity

The lavish loom of petal-bloom

The bluff, the bird, the bee

The afternoon that drips

Into the serenade

Of vesper hymn strummed by a limb

Flushed with spring’s promenade

The miracle of birth

The earth’s fullness thereof

Four season’s worth of hope and hurt

The breadth of live-laugh-love

He said, 'let there be'

And flung to emptiness

The holy grace of human race

Their grief and happiness

He shaped from dust, man’s form

And breathed to dust, a soul

With ‘let there be’ eternity

Became man’s sacred goal

© Janet Martin