I saw that first burst of light,
blinding my cold, dark soul.
He’d spoken the Word, and the first psalm
filled the void, shattering the murky corners
of earth. I lost my balance and plunged
into a soft, bouncy meadow. Bumpy, coarse
pillars of deep brown and leafy green shot
from the ground, their branches reaching
into a brilliant sky.
I wanted to run,
I wanted to reach a state of breathlessness,
drinking in the beauty until my belly bulged
and I could take no more. But more came.
A salty scent filled my nostrils and I turned
to see a great waving mass of blue and green,
filled with life. With no breath left in my soul,
yet my heart curiously calm, I whirled to the One
with the magnificent paint brush and the strange mind.
I wanted to ask Him why He’d done it.
Why this display of power and beauty?
But I couldn’t speak.