Genesis

4/29/ 09, 1 am.


i want to wake up every morning
seeing the bloodstream of this Life you have created run so clearly
seeing the sheer energy it is powered by burst from every
tree and rock and creature,
to hear the song of praise that thickly coats the atmosphere of this Earth,
notes and melodies meeting across the countries

from the moss growing in jungles undiscovered
to the great glaciers of the Arctic,
from the gazelles that sleep in Africa
to the nightingales that sing the China sky to sunrise.

i want to feel the thrill of Genesis,
of your heart when you looked upon all your hands have formed, and said
"It was good."

What did you see?
Because I believe there is still a flood of divine secrets
hidden in every crevice of creation
that these blind eyes have failed to see,

of beauty pulsating deeply,

not just colors and shapes and material and function,
but space and time occupied in Love,
the microscopes find atoms but

i'm after your heart.