We Speak of CreationA Poem by John Anderson
We speak of creation
as if it were a moment in time before which, nothing. But suppose it were a pause, a breath held lightly in wonder or a dancer lighting on the toes of one foot before she springs further and further on to the next... © 2014 John Anderson |
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