Creation

The Creator reached down
through a fathomless abyss.
The act of motion
stirred the beginning of time.
It spread like ripples
on a still pond
when a pebble disturbs
its drowsy subconscious,
spiraling out, out, out
into rings, rings, and rings
of eternity.

Divine creativity
subduing will to love of form.
The Idea!
Infant of God!
Mind upon matter,
the design was born.
Conceived in thought,
destined to immortality.

Lorena Johnson/Cami
written at age 18