AND NO SONG ROSE TO HEAVEN


And the waves rolled on

over the face of the deep.
Dark and cold were the waters;
lonely and wide was the sky.

And the waves swept on so tall
there appeared to be no sky.
For all the elements mingled there
in wild and primeval chaos.

And no thing breathed.
And no man loved.
And no song rose to heaven.

Then, slowly there spread across the restless deep
a Presence,
And closer the Presence came
until it hovered over the sea.

And in that Presence brooded
an awesome intellect,
And from that Presence came forth such power
as to still the chaotic sea.

The waves stilled and became
a gentle lapping upon the shores of time.
A great voice, like the sound
of many waters, spoke,

“Let there be light!”
and it was so.

But no thing breathed.
And no man loved.
And no song rose to heaven.

The primeval chaos became
a green and fertile earth
as fragrant grasses and stately trees
clothed the hills and rimmed the quiet waters.
The seasons waxed and waned.
The vastness of the universe twinkled
with the dust of a billion stars.
Warm, golden day was followed
by moon-silvered night.

But still no thing breathed,
And no man loved,
But a song rose to heaven.

 

Yes, the whisper of the wind,
the sighing of the grass,
and the clear babble of the brook.
Then, at the command of the Creator,
there appeared life upon the earth;
of infinite variety and in perfect order;
Each in its place, each in its time.

And now there was breath upon the earth,
and the singing of birds and living things.
But still, no man loved.

Therefore, in the midst of an ordered universe,
the Presence that had brooded over the primeval deep
stooped down into the dust of a world
and shaped a new being.

Knowing full well this new entity
could one day deny and reject its very Creator,
God placed man upon the stage of history.

And the wonder of man
matched the wonder of his God.
And man breathed.
And man loved.
And man sang of the creation.
And man loved the creation.
And man forgot the Creator.

c. 2011 Donna Swanson/Splinters of Light

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About dswan2

Poet, author, columnist, lyricist, mother, grandmother, great-grandmother, wife of 50 years. Born and raised in America's Heartland
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8 Responses to AND NO SONG ROSE TO HEAVEN

  1. A.B. Thomas says:

    Brilliant and sad commentary- enjoyed the read!

  2. Yes, very sad, but also very descriptive and moving.

    There will always be love. I don’t think we can ever destroy that.

  3. Morning says:

    smart piece.

    honest and serious thoughts, bless you, God loves you.

  4. thingy says:

    Beautifully written.

  5. Thank you, friends, your kind words are always appreciated. If you love classical music, you might try reading it aloud while playing Clair de Lune.

  6. Kay Salady says:

    Donna, you are becoming my favorite poet of all time. I love you and your beautiful heart and I don’t care who knows it. This poem is absolutely incredible and so is its author.

    • Dear Kay,
      You may never know how much your kind words of encouragement mean to me. I am in process of trying to find a publisher for three books and I need all the encouragement I can get! Publishing is a cold world!

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