Posts Tagged: ‘Creation’

IN THE BEGINNING (Read to Rachmaninof’s Prelude in C# Mn, Op 3, #2)

10/23/2011 Posted by mindsinger

In the time before Time,

In the blackness of eternity

when all was formless

and light was a thing that did not exist;

A Being existed.

 

In the time before Time,

when tall pines and green fields

were a thing only to be imagined;

Imagination existed.

 

In the time before Time,

when love and trust

seemed dormant in the universe,

There existed a Being worthy of love and trust.

 

In the time before Time,

when all was stillness

and the soft winds of space

blew the atom in random patterns through

nothingness,

 

The Trustworthy One dreamed.

The Being that existed, imagined.

The Mind of God moved with joy,

and suddenly

it was the Beginning!

~*~

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.

And the earth was without form and void.

And darkness was upon the face of the deep.

And the Spirit of God moved upon the face of the waters…

 

Thus the heavens and the earth were finished

and all the host of them!”

Genesis 1:1,2 & 2:1

c.2011 Donna Swanson/Splinters of Light

OTHER WORLD

07/18/2011 Posted by mindsinger

 

There is a world we do not see,

flowing round us endlessly.

It fair would take our breath away

if eyes beheld its constant day.

A world of light and purity,

of music’s proud humility.

 

There, truth, its mighty strength unfurled,

sends glimmers to its sister world.

And mortals, seeking unaware,

perceive it dimly everywhere.

 

“So near!  So near!” our spirits cry

when, searching with unfettered eye,

of grief or joy, we catch a gleam,

a dazzling, tantalizing beam;

as from a distilled purity

whose radiance damns obscurity.

 

Until, with mind and heart ablaze

we’re left to mark our earthly days

by pledging deep fraternity

with those who shape eternity.

 

c.2011, Donna Swanson, from Splinters of Light

 

HE WALKS IN MAJESTY

04/23/2011 Posted by mindsinger

HE WALKS IN MAJESTY

(Lyric)

He walks in majesty,

the stars a robe for his shoulders.

He walks in majesty,

all space and time his home!

He walks in majesty,

above the highest heavens.

And yet he stoops to meet me when I call!

 

How can this be?

How can this be?

That mighty God

would care for one like me?

How shall I grasp

this mystery of mysteries?

That the Prince of Peace

should die for one like me?

 

His name is Wonderful,

the nations bow before him.

His name is Counselor.

He brings his people peace.

He is the mighty God.

The Father everlasting.

And in my heart he reigns

the Prince of Peace!

 

c.2011 Donna Swanson from SPLINTERS OF LIGHT