LEST WE CELEBRATE
Creation Hymn Creation cries with all its heart—the mild melody of the graceful meadowlark, drowned by that tendermost trickle of the cursive creek. Sing, O! ocean’s flow and ebb—crash into the soft sand and form the mud that makes me. I am your product, I melt and drip from you, and praise you, universal dark and light. I splatter on and seep into the cracked clay earth, and leave my impress. I am formed in reverse. Sing, O! tealight flame— prick me with joyous burns. Creation bursts at the seams and wounds its hip and echoes along the forbidden valley where children used to burn. Sing, O! wind—dance and lift all nature with you, circle, tear, and chase, chill to the bone. I am the clouds—vaporous and inconstant, fed by the lakes, lifted by love, sustained by the will of nature. So, sing! Sing, O! creation—cry out with praise as I rain myself back to you.
© liveencounters.net POETRY & WRITING Volume Two December 2021 Celebrating 12th Anniversary
