The First Day
by Shelley Hepler
by Shelley Hepler
She was without form and void,
A mere whisper of smoke on the wind.
Stripped of weeds, knots, and tares,
Her heart was naked and bare.
Dark tendrils teased free,
Clumps loosed to fine soil.
Rocks gathered, tossed.
Boulders freed by much sweat and heaving.
She is without form and void.
God said, Let there be light.
And, it was so.
