Remember the day God created the world?
We were all there
dancing
in glory
like children
our beauty
like flowers
whirling
in the wind.
Then God spoke a word.
We first saw it
a small dot in God’s hand,
we all gathered around,
What is that?
Then it exploded
caught those of us
too close
into itself
into whirling
scattered
seeds
of
life.
© 2017 David W. Jones
Beautiful poetry !!!
Thanks!