“When the Lord established the heavens I was there ...”   
(First Reading)     

 Let There Be    

That squawk
in the pheasant’s
throat

was

aeons ago
when He thought matter
in space

(space
in matter
which?)

and whispered
to each atom His plan
a request

to join in dance

alone—together
with multitudes—apart
and part

forming
singular configurations—
a snowflake

repetition
without repetition
never to

be repeated
yet repeated—
kaleidoscopes

crowning
choruses with
consciousness

in that second—
eternity

 

J. Janda