January 24, 2011

Eternity

Prompt from Sunday Scribblings: eternity

Once upon a time about six thousand years ago,
             everything was black and empty:
                        there was no world,
                        there was no time,
             there was only God.
But this God was lonely for companionship.
And He had all power, to create whatever He desired,
             and so He created:
                        He flung galaxies into space,
                        hung light in the heavens;
                        He designed atmospheres
                                      and climates,
                        fashioned life-forms and
                                      life-giving forms;
             He composed a universe of beauties
                        and enjoyments.
And then He formed creatures to enjoy it all with Him,
             to walk with Him and talk with Him.
But He also had all power, to know every thing
                                      in every place and every time.
             He knew that these creatures would turn against Him,
                        reject Him and despise Him.
                        He knew the pain He would suffer
                                      when these beings He created
                                      would destroy a part of Himself.
                        He knew the sorrow and longing He would face,
                                      the denial and unrequited love.
And yet– He created man.
He allowed man to freely choose between
             the pure intimacy of life lived His way,
                        or the distress of life lived man’s way.
             He allowed these created ones
                                      whom He alone authored,
                                      whom He designed in love,
                        to deny His craftsmanship,
                                      His ownership of His creation.
             He allowed man to defame Him,
                        to doubt His immensity,
                        to despise His imminence.
And then– He gave of Himself to repair the rift
             between Himself and His own creation.
             He suffered the agonies of a fragmented friendship
                        and a broken body,
                                      a broken heart
                                      and a broken spirit,
                        to restore the unity that He created.
And He is not finished yet, not with His own creation.
He knew of their rejection even as He designed them,
             He knew of their betrayal as He created them.
But He knew the eventual joy and lasting satisfaction,
                        the restored friendship,
                        the perfected intimacy,
             that would be possible after He suffered,
                        after He re-purchased His own creation,
                                     bought back what was rightfully His.
             He knew, for He planned an eternity,
                                     a time of unending time,
                                     a time beyond time,
             where He would be His creation’s world,
                                     their everything,
                        where they would be His friends.

13 comments:

  1. wow..

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  2. What an inspirational write for a Sunday. I like the layout you have worked with - it gives the poem great momentum.

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  3. This is fabulous! I love the story. God really is the interior and exterior designer. Nicely done. Love it. xo

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  4. wow! thanks for sharing this.. here's my potluck for this week: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/08/04/here-for-you/

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  5. Thank you for sharing the fruits of your inspiration.

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  6. Thank you all for the kind comments!

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  7. A nice retelling of the creation story.

    Shalom.

    http://cloakedmonk.com/2011/01/23/eternity/

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  8. Thank you so much for retelling the creation story, which I believe is not a "story" at all. The Eternal because linear--God became Man on earth.

    Beautiful and I really appreciate you sharing this.

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  9. Just lovely..to think.."He knew" " And yet– He created man."

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  10. A wonderful poem describing everything! An epic in its own way. Well done.


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  11. Thanks for contributing poetry potluck week 20, support us returning favors or by visiting and commenting for a dozen poets starting from our latest entries, 201, 200, 199, 198, 197, 196, 195, stop when you feel that you have enough.
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