EARTH WAS WHAT HE NAMED HER

The tiny planet shuddered,

drew clouds around her like a garment.

“Name me!” she sighed,

“for I am lonely.”

Lost amongst the star shine

of a billion suns revolving;

she huddled in her orbit

and waited for the day.

Slowly dawned the presence

of a mighty force around her;

and she felt the power singing

as He swept the night away.

Confusion turned to order,

as He clothed her in a mantle

made of misty mountain meadows

and sparkling coral sands.

He placed upon her shoulders

tall woodlands filled with flowers;

and for her skirts deep waters

hemmed with foaming strands of pearl.

Then closer came the presence;

knelt in holiness upon her

and from her soil He brought forth sons

to tend her fragrant gardens.

Earth was what He named her;

jewel of the heavens;

fragile integration

of the majesty of life.

c. 2011. Donna Swanson from Splinters of Light