creation

earth  
was a void  
only he could avoid  
clay dough his play dough  
no time to play, though  

for sight and sound  
were not unsound  
where emptiness  
filled empty nests  
 
shape and form  
fitting reform  
for otherwise  
life would seem foolish  
 
thus thou art  
but dust thou art  
 
when you’re able  
to eat cane  
i’ll give you strength  
to build a dam  
in a single eve  
 
jacob he saw  
when the truth of eli  
eluminated the israelites  
in their darkness  
 
manthing from nothing  
woman from you, man  
lifestyle from dead soil  
earth banishing dearth  
 
breath of life  
for the breadth of life  
 
for dust thou art  
but thus thou art  
my creation  
 
and somewhere  
between my heaven  
and your hurt  
 
michael  
shall hear your call  
and the debt of death  
of the human race  
i shall divinely
erase...  
 
© Copyright 2019 January 17  
by Clyve A. Bowen