Monday, October 18, 2010
Layers crust the earth and rocks
hiding what the chisel knows.
Time marks trees with circled rings
the proof of their existence.
We dig and chip away
hoping we will find somewhere
in the root of our beginnings . . .
that one glorious moment
when the first Being stood and
shouted to the stars . . ."Aha"!!
and knew that there was more.
We will not find that moment
in our diggings anywhere,
nor in any rock or tree recorded
No . . .
that first illumination
did not plant itself beneath his feet.
It traveled, racing
through the stars of the great night sky
straight across the heavens
and there it found
beyond the darkness waiting . . .
the wild expectant heart of God!
Joanne Cucinello 2010
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