Classic Poem

We were told somehow
Creation happened a
Long, long, time ago

But look around you
Each day brings
Things not seen or heard before

With each revolution of moon and star
The Creator is constantly
Sculpting new life out of the dust

New heavens to behold

Our world is a dream
Spinning on the potter’s wheel
Ever wondrous, sometimes frightening

But always, in process
Of becoming
More.


(Previously published in Smile Magazine, Fall 1999, no.25)