Waiting on the Word
that made the world,
like I will live
forever.
Before all this
and after,
It will be here,
at the center
of everything
and surrounding
inside and out
of this existence.
Contemplate,
concentrate
the being of Its presence.
All things
come from It.
Spoken at the beginning;
one name,
that made
all in this creation.
Infusing through
every structure
and every movement.
Wider and higher
than you
or I
could ever think
to perceive.
Does this conclude?
The breathing in,
the breathing out.
Expanding all of it.
Light first
and then
the heart of it.
Spinning out,
and drawing in,
contracting once again.
Getting closer,
then further apart
at once.
One Word
to make it all;
consciousness sparked.
One Word;
creation comes.
What small pieces
we can grip.
We are,
all of us,
all from
that one Word
that made the world.
HG – 2021
