At A Whisper from God.

At a whisper from God,

Creation stumbled, rose upon a knee, and blinked.

Lightening sliced an acid sea through corrosive skies

and cells began.

Leopard frogs with onyx eyes

scampering through oxygen Eden,

spawned huge reptillian dragonflies,

just as easy, if you please, as though Creation

were off her leash, and blithe-and-teasing raring.

Winter came and tropics went and

junipers gave way to roses;

Jumping mice grew into chimps with (sorry)

opposible toes-es.

And from it all, with shields clashing, atoms blazing,

cell phones roaring, emerging we, unconquerable Us;

cowering only against the things

no one imagines, the unpaid ticket,

the front-door knock, the 'tap' while loving, the one that

turns the heart to rust;

The Stygian stealthful insistent certainty

that what we're doing is deadly-wrong,

will, with the wiping-away of tears,

and at the extinction of our days,

upon the rising of the sun, fade,

like the night-hawk's 'time-to-go' song.

A garden will bloom,

one without sorrow

and we will cease,

and new things will happen,

exquisite things,

at a whisper from God.