In the beginning
chaos and confusion reigned
I did not speak.
The miasma of elements and energy swirled
drifted to and fro
pulsing
pulsing
pulsing.
I did not speak.
The unspoken word is formless, shapeless,
full of potential, opportunity, future, hope
The spoken word takes flesh and form,
is solid, fixed.
takes its own course with consequences
unimagined and unimaginable.
What is spoken cannot be unspoken
what is done cannot be undone
And thus I dared not speak.
But then you took my hand in yours.
I looked into your face,
saw Wisdom in your eyes,
heard you say, “You are not alone,”
And then We spoke.
(Inspired by Cindy Zampa’s Voice and Vision 2019 painting Cosmos 2. The poem combines elements of two Judeo-Christian creation stories: the first chapter of the Book of Genesis and the creation story as narrated by Wisdom (a woman) in Chapter 8 of the Book of Proverbs.)
You can see more of Cindy’s art here.
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