In the Beginning

There is One,
The infinite circle.
And it just…is.

No sun, no moon.
No water, no land
No drama, no trauma,
So….

There be light!
There be darkness.
There be sound,
There was silence.

The circle folds,
Infinity twists
Into showering stars;
World is born; it lives.

Flowers stretch beauty
Against a curtain of rain,
A canopy of leaves.
Creator calls sane..

Crawly bug is born,
Feathered friend,
Then a furry one,
Creation doesn’t end.

Clay sculpted wet
Anchor for Soul,
Curious creature,
Heart of gold.

The blue ball spins.
Watch the dance,
Wait for them
To take a chance,

And remember
It is we.

Lady Joanne
© Copyright 2007, Joanne E. Sprott