TheBanyanTree: Creation

[Sharon Mack]

There was a place
In the dry, dry sand
He planted a seed
And up came a hand,

And then a head
All covered in cloth,
The eyes unseeing
Much like a moth

While it is wrapped
In its cocoon
Of brown dry silk
Like a child in the womb.

And then the shoulders
They emerged.
The tide came in
And water surged,

Splashing over
And washing away
Revealing a torso
In the sun of the day;

And ever so slowly
It turned and it twisted
Revealing appendages
Then ceased and desisted.

Seemingly lifeless
It lay and it rested.
Looking as though
Life never existed.

And not until
The day was done
Did the sea move back
With the setting sun.

Rest and quiet 
Filled the air
Wind whispered soft,
"Do not despair..."

And when at last
The darkness came,
I saw the others.
All were the same.

Out of their 
Cocoons of sand
They came together
Clasping hands,

And softly music
Drifted on air
Causing movement
At first with care.

The cloth came off
Revealing beauty
As under moonlight
They bathed newly,

Being the only
Ones of their kind,
Formed by His hand,
A new design.

What a sight
To see them dance
To the music
Of romance.

And when the light
Of dawn did break,
I saw the earth
Begin to quake.

It opened wide
And they stepped in.
It was as though
They'd never been.

But they were there
Beneath the sand
Tiny seeds
Once again,

Washed in water
Sun and brine
Waiting silently
For their time.



Sharon A. Mack