July 8, 2013



A whisper of a sound, spreads infinite abound.
Tears through empty still.
No silence can resist, as syllables persist.       
Splitting, dark into light, void into fill.

Tethered one to the next, dulcet and complex.
Ever anon nature must yield.
Pouring over and in, founding firm origin. 
Pressing deep all that is sealed.

Pealing passed what is made, giving value to shade.
Foundational form from unfixed.
Expanses to finite, rushing faster then light.
Gracing all that He speaks. 


inspired by (John 1:1-5)(Genesis 1)

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