Long before the invention of writing,
the printing press, typewriter
and keyboard,

ancient Hebrews chanted:
In the Beginning God created
the heavens and the earth.

Their story of the Great I Am
was a poem, and the poem was God,
a verb whooshing through

a black universe, creating a world
and a people infused with love
though they would forget

they are embedded in creation,
responsible for it
and each other.

First things first.
With my pencil in hand
I marvel at the light

dappling my slice of Eden
with sunshine,
this bright blue morning.