And There Was Evening, And There Was Morning
Peter T. Heide
In the darkness of forming world creation,
God spoke and speaks.
Even that most valued, cherished work of life,
Ta-da!, and voilà!,
The light of life, of revelation meaning,
Comes out of darkness;
And, in the holy division of dark and light,
God’s worktime is hidden from us.
In this world of gratification need of things surrounding
(See my stuff?),
Comes an arrogance, an entitlement, presumed superiority
Of enlightened light,
Of being served, catered to, coddled, by God, deservedly
For dominating dominion,
Receiving the division of light as better, eschewing dark:
God’s worktime hidden which is for us.
Into this always forming world creation,
Walk the blind,
Listening for, and longing to hear, those relationship words:
“It is good”,
To be a part of the conversation concerning God’s handiwork;
Two halves a whole—
Of yin and yang, death and life; polar compliments revealing life for all—
God’s worktime, hidden, with us, voici!
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