in the hush between
the cracking of chaos
and creation taking is first breath,
there was a Word.
before God wound the clock
on the mantle over Eden’s fireplace
or stars whispered stories in the night,
there was a Word.
not a shout of hubris
but a lullaby of love,
not a doctrine to memorize
or a puzzle to be put together,
but hope offered in a hand.
at the beginning, with God,
with every moment, in God,
from before any bang, big or little,
was God—
the Word moving into every
weary and forgotten neighborhood,
learning our names, discovering our faults,
and willing to love us, despite us.
still.
© 2025 Thom M. Shuman
Venmo: @Thom-Shuman
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