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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Evening falls,

Millions of miles from home,

beneath his light,

oh his light above us all,

to tell me

to split the sea?

to warn a city?

to burn a god?

to save us all?

In the darkness before the dawn,

where the young born spawn,

where the dark sky weeps it's light,

he whispers to me,

to do

the unimaginable?

the thinkable?

the believable?

the beautiful?

he rubs his palms against the heavens,

smudging streaks of light and darkness together

into a beautiful mess.

Nothing around me but him above me,

endless amount of glory to reach the ends of his creation,

you speak to me

in a voice that isn't yours.

You speak the stars and lights that blink above me.

A white noise, a white feeling surrounds me in

a place with nothing but grey sand.

You form the life above and around me,

the beauty that I hear with my eyes.

Say more, please,

I give you my word of loyalty and admiration,

and you give me


Submitted: March 29, 2021

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tom mcmullen

Good creation poem Ezra!

Tue, March 30th, 2021 1:04am


Thanks Tom. - E.E

Tue, March 30th, 2021 7:26am

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