Ease of Creation

Composed 2/19/14
Description: Inspired by wdbwp’s prompt, which says: What say you of creation? How do you see creation? What does it mean to you? Is it something that is the sole domain of bearing life or can we all be said to be creators in our own right?

In just moments
He cupped the darkness in His hands
Twirling His finger just so
That purple galaxies spun into life
And jettisoned into the oil air

Violet streaks themselves spinning
Gave birth to pricks of round
Waxing lights
That whipped into place in endless rotation
Melding blue and red and green

And on a speck of blurring light
A hand swept over
Summoning bark and leaves to
Twist up in glorified mass
From the earth

And with a scoop leftover
He molded limbs and chest and head
Until we were left standing
Upon one crumb
Of creation

And all of it done so
Thoughtfully
So easily

And yet here we are
Struggling to create something
Of meaning
Centuries later still
Ignorantly assembling nut and bolt
Gears, cables, conductors
Failing to see our place
Failing to see that we can only create
What has already been given

All we can give back
Is love

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