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The Essence of us all
Essence of Creation
In the beginning was the light, an amber beacon burning in the night.
Oxygen, heat, and a flammable source, as nature then took its course.
As dominoes cascade in flight, more fire was spawned, all burning bright.
They formed the stars with halos round, all was done without a sound.
The universe with its galaxies spread, meteors soaring, to a crater's bed,
A canvas of colors in each planet made, without a pen or carving blade.
Then over time as all must do, fine creatures stirred, with their curfew.
The meek and great to swim and roam, earthly realms, to call their home.
As we, called humans, till the soil, entranced with growth, found by our toil.
We lift our heads toward a darkened sky, see a moon, the geese that fly.
Wandering thoughts waft on errant winds, breezes make broad limbs to bend.
The meaning of life and how it all began, reasons many, as the desert's sands.
Our awesome God, his power in the light, all before his hearing, his sight,
All he does for each in its turn, as the suns give life, in the heavens to burn,
There by celestial sights to please, a gifting of free spirits, their souls to release.
Throughout all time and beyond is laid, beautiful worlds, His treasures are made.
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