Genesis in Poem.

Out of the formless, deep, and heavy night,

Your breath moved softly on the water’s face.

You spoke the word, and dark gave way to light,

Dividing space and time in perfect grace.

You gathered seas and bid the dry land rise,
To yield the seed, the fruit, the blooming tree.
You hung the glowing lanterns in the skies,
To guide the seasons of the land and sea.

From dust of earth, with intimate design,
You breathed your life into a fragile frame.
In your own image, holy and divine,
We walked the garden, calling beasts by name.

Though we have wandered from the paths you made,
And hid our faces from your searching call,
Your mercy lingers in the quiet shade,
The sovereign love that watches over all.

Amen.