Creation

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Feb 04, 2021 

Creation.
Designed.
Designed
by
genesis.
Spun up
from
nothing.
Less than
dust to
dust.
Yet here
all the
same.
Dealing.
Dealing
with things
as they
seem.
Discernible.
What’s truly
discernible?
Limited
resources.
Equipment
built.
Senses allocated.
Big picture,
can it be
known?
Infinite
scale.
Finite
understanding.
Finite
capabilities.
Best that
can be
done?
Think.
Write.
Paint.
Sing.
Create.
Ancient hand.
Painted hand
high
on the
cave wall.
I was here!
That’s
all that
can be
done.
Creation.

 

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