The Very Lightness of Our Being
The great birth, created earth
the first coming man's rising.
From the hallowed breath
of what all that came first.
The moment that it moved!
Creations act, strength's causing
a wind to blow, a hint, a breeze.
A feeling, whispered of something
that wasn't quite there before.
Faith with hope!
It was the very first
of this movement, albeit slow.
But gaining with a momentum
it quickly rose, becoming a storm.
God, was the very eye of it!
As he created earth and time, Seperation given for land to water.
A skyscape bright, well lit
with sun, moon, and stars.
God made us in his image!
He gave us a face, a form,
shaped our purpose in a name.
The nothing that we were before in blackness, formed out from!
Into This very lightness!
That's made our being; human.
Of/For/By us, the here/the now,
Every artistic touch of detail
our entire world's existence born.
Faith with hope, stormed right in!
The very center of God's eye!
The Spoken moment, He moved!
Our Current State of lightness,
God made us first in his image!
To shine forth to all our world.