by Abby Kelly
I started off to wonder,
How the trees and skies were made.
How shadows follow fingers
And butterflies parade,
Round roses, daisies, buttercups
And only for a season,
Then disappear, to come next year
With hardly any reason.
How the breeze can be so winsome
And terrify me too.
One night’s sky an angry yellow,
The next one, navy blue.
How can my face be worn and lined?
The skin once baby-smooth and fine.
How can my one same spirit
Live inside an aged frame?
My one same spirit
Growing through the change?
Perhaps it’s not that creation was
It wasn’t yesterday.
Maybe God still speaks life,
And and breathes souls
Today and everyday.
I chased these thoughts throughout the day,
And took them last to Scripture.
“Lord,” I said, “I don’t understand
“How all these things can be.
You made earth once, but I still see
Your hand in everything.”
“Daughter,” Abba slow replied,
“The world spins within my hand.
And every breath that’s taken,
Yes, those are all mine too.
Yes, I once created,
But I’m always making new.”
Revelation 21:5 “And He who sits on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” And He *said, “Write, for these words are faithful and true.”
Amos 4:13 “For behold, he who forms the mountains and creates the wind, and declares to man what is his thought, who makes the morning darkness, and treads on the heights of the earth
the LORD, the God of hosts, is his name!”
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