The tiny planet shuddered,
drew clouds around her like a garment.
“Name me!” she sighed,
“for I am lonely.”
Lost amongst the star shine
of a billion suns revolving;
she huddled in her orbit
and waited for the day.
Slowly dawned the presence
of a mighty force around her;
and she felt the power singing
as He swept the night away.
Confusion turned to order,
as He clothed her in a mantle
made of misty mountain meadows
and sparkling coral sands.
He placed upon her shoulders
tall woodlands filled with flowers;
and for her skirts deep waters
hemmed with foaming strands of pearl.
Then closer came the presence;
knelt in holiness upon her
and from her soil He brought forth sons
to tend her fragrant gardens.
Earth was what He named her;
jewel of the heavens;
fragile integration
of the majesty of life.
Donna Swanson c. 2009
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