This is a poem about creation from a Panetheistic and mystical view..it is my view of creation separate from the Judeo Christian version...God/Being has no gender but the title sounded better with a pronoun
When God Opens his Eyes
The chaotic blackness
Velvet silence erring away
When God opens his eyes
Creation stirs
Loud but subtle words
Breathing in and out
The flowing wishs of one
Pour down like a river
Speckled with light and dark
He exuberant in his manner
The waters sleeping away
The sky bellows out a cry
"Wake up!"
As the final wakefull call
The earth grumbles
Sprouting away from his tender hold
Life
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