In the beginning God created time with a moon clock
and space
with the compass of the sun.
After that cosmic moment,
everything changed!
Oceans ebbed and flowed.
Plants grew edible.
People pulsated
as though made of music,
made of stardust.
Days passed in beauty,
resting at week’s end,
and sometimes we remembered
praise as more than duty, more
than time taken away from
something else, more than
space awakened with worship.
We remembered praise as
one small gift
actually ours to give.
Mary Harwell Sayler, © 2015
