Beginnings

There she sat in her void

life and word still a dark whole

and she said: let there be

      self, and there was

      pink   flailing   breathing -

      reaching to find the familiar edges

      of what had been womb.

 

Let there be word 

and her world began 

to have shape  beauty  

       rhythm. And she said: 

       let there be pain 

       and her pain opened 

       her vision, outlined a horizon.

 

Let there be love and she found

that her hands could hold and soothe.

It was dry in her world 

       and she said to the dryness:

       let there be wet

       for birthing and tears and all

       the necessary watering.

 

And it was the 7th day and she said

from the clearing where her light

first broke through: 

        let there be hope budding 

        from the forests of joy

        and sorrow and let there be   

        memory.