Hidden

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 moment

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 sound,

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