Sarah Morley
Sarah Morley
In the beginning,
Yesterday,
The sun gazed somewhat magnificently, from a bright blue sky, and
My gaze fixed tightly on the cherry tree in the garden next door.
I am certain, as I gaze in wonder, that the day is perfect.
There have been warmer days. Oh yes. On those, I would not leave the coolcave
That is the thick inner room of my English cottage, until the sun had passed over.
There have been days in more exotic places. Forgive me.
If I am, right now, standing besides a cascade in a rain forest, near Oahu
Or leaning over the Tsitsa Falls, near Mtata, with my Xhosa friends.
I am moving now to the school house in Talkeetna, Alaska, listening to the
Shrill Klaxon of the lumber train, from the security of the town library.
Oh yes, I have other lives to bring, and have lived them in superb gratitude.
But yesterday, I spoke God's language, on a frighteningly warm March Day when the sun shone brazenly from a bright sky.
And in that moment, the cherry tree was perfection, and my Self rose, delighted, in thanksgiving.
First you take a twinkle in God's eye.
I don't know, perhaps being the Only One was
Too lonely, even for a Deity. So ...
In an explosion of imagination, it all kicked off.
Did She have to think about , for, like,
Eons? Imagining the juxtaposition of quarks
The spin of electrons and
The mass of a boson?
I doubt it.
I'm alert to the possibility that
God thought, one day, of Me.
"Now THERE'S a thing!" He pondered, "Let's do this!"
And out it came!
The firmament -
The waters above and below -
Stars, bears, whales and flowers -
(I am especially fond of flowers)
!
I don't expect that God had to gather, chop and stir
I'm Old School. I think They said,
"Let there be Light,"
And there was light.
And at the end of it all,
There
Was
Me.