Wednesday, October 01, 2014

The Art of Creation

Gott spricht zu jedem, eh er ihn macht,
dann geht er schweigend mit ihm aus der Nacht.

God speaks to each only before he's made,
then silently goes with him from the night.
---Rainer Maria Rilke



tethered to space and time,
dipping my toes into paradox
and contradictions while
stirring scrabbled eggs
I read the poem again.

a hymn of creation,
a universe sitting on the precipice
between design and completion.

I place two pieces of bread
in the toaster while I lose
myself in shifting ideas.

God places a hand on my hand.

we stir the eggs together.

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