In the beginning was the LIGHT
the light shone forth in all directions
creatures great and small, basking in the light
resting upon the earth like babes nestled against their mother’s breast
were utterly at peace
In the beginning was the LIGHT
the light shone forth in all directions
creatures great and small, basking in the radiant light
were touched by all things:
the curve of a branch ~ the tiniest leaf ~ patterns against the sky
the sound of the wind through the trees
a joyous bird song
the throaty chorus of frogs
the rosy rays of evening light
the velvet silence of sacred night
the innocence of the lamb
the trusting of a child
In the beginning was the LIGHT
the light shone forth in all directions
creatures great and small,
basking in the healing light
were touched by all things
for their hearts were OPEN
Oquawka 1988
Read Meet Mago Contributor Janie Rezner.
BEAUTIFUL POEM. I find myself thinking mythologically about birthing in the darkness and a coming into light. In my life it has been this way…