Mindsinger

The tiny planet shuddered;

drew clouds around her like a garment.

“Name me!” she sighed,

“for I am lonely!”

Lost among the starshine

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 brought forth the sons

to tend her holy garden.

Earth was what he named her;

jewel of the heavens;

fragile integration of the majesty’

of life.

About mindsinger

Donna Swanson: Author, poet, lyricist, artist. Author of seven books, soon to be eight. Wife, mother, grandmother. Bible scholar. Wood sculptor.

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