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And There Was Light
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By Phillip Phidippides
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And There Was Light
 
At first a void, no joy, no sun,

No laugh, no seed, no webs are spun,

No heart leaps up within the chest,

No noble work, no need for rest.

 
 
No sin, chagrin or river's bend,

No day or night or winter's blight,

No soothing sounds or gentle coos,

No mowing, lowing, snoring, snooze. 

 

No flesh to yearn, to mourn, to weep, 

No chicks, no eggs, no pans, no peeps,

No dawn, no tides, no sand on feet,

No splish, no splash, no wind, no sleet.

 

No nothing, really, nothing there,

Universe of cupboards bare,

No time is needed, nothing stirs,

Nothing creaks, nothing whirs.

 

Nothing twinkles, nothing glares,

But then It happened, burps and hares,                  

Galaxies, frogs and ticks,

Children playing pick-up sticks

 

Appeared in Time, took up Space,

Humans started human race 

To walk world back to very start

In search of Force that forged their heart.

 

Millennia have come and gone,

Still is played a winsome Song

Of Joy that languished in the Night,

Bursting in a deep delight

 

That overflowed in sundry forms,

Firmament, seas and storms,

Life arising, teeming, born

To bear the news: Love adorns

 

Lily pads and ponds and brooks,

Open spaces, smallest nooks,

Deepest pain, highest mount,

Broken reeds, fullest fount.

 

A seed, it seems, was always there,

Alpha and Omega's lair,

Prince of Peace ordained to shine,

Invade our void as poured out wine

 

Creating dirt and seeds and rain,

Igniting schemes that self-sustain,

Embedding Joy amongst the folk

As wave of Life envelops, stokes.  

 

Wave on wave, unending tide

Invigors life, then life subsides,

Inviting all to further shore

From whence He came, forevermore,

 

Where Peace awaits, where grateful souls

Can know the Source that made them whole,

Just past the cross and over hill

God's purest Joy awaits us, still.  


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Submitted: Tuesday, March 14, 2017

Last Updated: Thursday, March 16, 2017

About the Poet
Born and raised and live in Kentucky but I wear shoes most of the time. Nearing retirement and looking forward to spending more time with my wife of 36 years and our wonderful daughter and son-in-law. Have worked in the medical profession for over 30 yrs. Lots of changes! Started writing poetry after my father passed away in 2006. My sister passed away at age 50 and it has been a joy to help guide her five precious children and now we have six great-nieces and great-nephews. I am the guardian for my handicapped brother and my wife and I arrange for his 24 hr care. In reality, Willy's simple faith and absolute inexhaustible supply of unconditional love are probably the inspirational source for most of my poetry. He and I have easily watched more than 2,000 episodes of Mister Rogers together! "But a cheerful heart has a continual feast." He has a continual feast and is more than willing to share! If the world could look through his compassionate/non-judgmental eyes, this would be a much nicer place! (I have actually been posting on this site for a few years but a technological glitch erased me.)


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