I was there when the sun first rose,
Hoisting it high to heaven’s height,
I was there to catch the evening glow,
Lullabies easing, earth’s first night.
Feast of St John the Evangelist
December 27, 2013
“All things came to be through Him, and without Him nothing came to be.”
~ John 1:3
Night has fallen,
Now, His gifted hour.
When all creation slumbers,
Aye, even the flowers.
The third day closing,
But His work remained unfinished.
For the scene before Him needed a lift,
To come alive,
It demanded that certain sparkle.
A thoughtful flick of his delicate brush,
the paint drop then flew its course,
Now it came to be,
Then God said: Let the earth bring forth vegetation: every kind of plant that bears seed and every kind of fruit tree on earth that bears fruit with its seed in it.
And so it happened: the earth brought forth vegetation: every kind of plant that bears seed and every kind of fruit tree that bears fruit with its seed in it. God saw that it was good.
Evening came, and morning followed – the third day.
With mighty arm,
the heavens were fixed,
the raging seas rolled back.
Chisel and hammer,
the mountains found form
and the valleys deepened into hollow.
A flick of his wrist,
carpets of grass flowed, bounding over fields and meadows.
And with loving strokes,
nature received her soul
with the painting of each flower.