Nothingness
That was the beginning, the start to this story
The Creator had an idea, an ache
That idea became a word
That word became the ocean, the sky, the air in our lungs
What joy there must have been at the start of it all
The ability to create, to bring something into existence — pure elation
Another idea sparks
Give this gift away
Continue this cycle of joy and delight knowing it would not stay as He intended
To think, we are the only creatures on this earth who can continue the succession of creation
And it is not reserved for the elite or those deemed artistic
No, we all carry this gift
This propensity to contribute to the world around us
This ache to participate in the rhythm of delight and disappointment, nothingness to existence
A song in your heart, a painting in your mind, words you must put to paper, a business you long to start
These are the echoes of our Creator
Expressed uniquely through your hands, your mind, your spirit
May this gift yield more flourishing
May it give birth to more wisdom
May it break way for more creating, more life
Joy Bomb
The internet can be a huge bummer sometimes, so each time I post I hope to share a piece of it that brings joy and laughter.
We’re officially entering my favorite time of year, fall! (Hi, I’m a basic white woman) So with that, please enjoy this adaptation from one of my favorite shows, Schitt’s Creek.
Thank you for taking the time to read my publication. My purpose with sharing my poems on the internet (with total strangers) is to remind myself and others to stay in awe of a God I’m basing my whole life around in a world that is constantly dividing our attention.
If you enjoyed this poem, please share. Not because I want more followers, but to remind others to keep their eyes filled with wonder.
Until the next one!