After Creation

On the Seventh Day God Rested. Refreshed throughout morning. In invigorating coolness of reverberating long afternoon. Even as enticing serpent was about coveted work. Within a garden of paradise. Fallen from paradise Eden. Adam Eve suffer eviction notice. An angel guards workshop gates with naked drawn sword. Eventually Creative Word Spoke. A probing question. ‘Whom have thy now on earth to speak for thee? ’ Inquiry radiated forth like cosmic solar winds throughout newly created galaxy. Jehovah issued formative spoken word. Motivating spirit moved out upon vibrant waters across shaped terra firma. Creating an invocation within a single alluring mud clay sculpture. When Adam beheld this man. God decreed in clear voice proclaimed; “Thy servant’s name shall be True Artist.” “Pure in heart in midst of corruption. With faith thou shalt work revelation. Love thy God with thy whole heart thy whole mind thy whole soul. To depths of thy inspired being. And I shall address man’s souls through works of my thy hand.” Life breathed into a living soul. Free to think explore past boundary’s of prior creation. A towering giant of the mind, intellect, body incorporate spirit. With brain will inner power. To fashion shape a raw world. Strength, courage, wisdom, faith. To move heart mind conscience within fallen flesh cursing his kind. “This at last is man. Created first in our own image; seeking redemption.” Tasked to transcribe meaning define beauty’s glory. Comfort refugees in flight. To offset corruption with fresh wonder of realization. While in pursuit of vision to visualize dreams in state of wakefulness. Ferment unfocused eyes corrupted hollow corpse. To wake with rebirth to luminous divine world. Contrast gross debased ugliness. Beauty of pure human body. Sheathing an immortal soul. Copyright © Terence George Craddock