His heart is the earth, letters rearranged
He who dipped the ink of his words into the darkness
And drew the very heavens and the earth.
He who created man and woman with his very hands
For they were the greatest of all his works.
God, man, and woman played in the Garden
In the cool of the day they took walks and talked and laughed.
And it was good.
In the before
While everything was young.
Beauty and truth flourished.
In the after
Beauty and truth still seep through.
[Poem #29. Image by HydrogenPops via Flickr and a Creative Commons License.]