by Jen Hunt, from the archives
Ironic, isn’t it
Blank screen my canvas,
Still stumped days later
How to speak
About One
Who spoke and it
Was?
No day six replay
No webcam live
To deny it denies self
A creature linked in time
To a world called
Very good
By its Creator
And after everything
I, who am but an echo springing
From those first vowels,
Have I nothing
To say in return?
God of my father
And yours
The LORD, the God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob
Yahweh, who spoke and
E v e r y t h i n g was
I am
Speechless
You, O LORD, are magnificent
A never-before world sprang to life
From your lips
By your decree let there be
Words from me
Worthy of One
Who always has been
