Creation’s Long Trek
Might a being’s work
A life’s journey
Be no more than
A slow trek
To rediscover
The discovered
And
Might art
Whose palettes of experience
Rendering beauty often
From ill begotten chance
Be of ancient vibrations
Echoing wars
Pestilence
Love and birth
Into the ever twining strings of yesterday’s today
Weaving the course for finding the next two or three
Great and simple creations
In whose presence
Creation’s heart first opened
Back when…
You weave a tale, distill its essence
And leave me stunned with silence...