The womb of darkness covered me; chaotic darkness prevailed.
The earthquake shook me violently; on rivers red I set my sail–
Tossed to and fro among the swell,
Tossed to and fro.
The light was blinding so I hid, alone and naked in the fray;
Among the many shadows slid, not knowing night from day.
And there bereft and scared I lay–
Oh where to go.
From up above the misty skies grew dark, and then the rain did pour.
It cleansed my weepy, matted eyes; and there at last in violent swirl
I first took notice of the world–
But little did I know.
The land or sea, what would be found? And what would I be taught?
The sea it tossed me to the ground, and I was safe–or so I thought;
I did not know I had been caught,
Nor knew the foe.
The sun and moon and stars above I guessed must be my source.
They bathed me in their cosmic love–and gave me life, of course.
And now I suffered no remorse–
Oh bless my soul!
And down below both great and small were many creatures low and high.
I so adored them one and all, and learned the who and how and why–
And longed to keep them ever nigh,
So we could grow.
Then I took notice of my hands, my feet, my heart, my eyes.
I made and mastered marvelous plans–but oh the time did fly!
And what was born must die.
Oh must it die?
But wait! ’tis just a passing through another realm of glorious light.
Beyond the veil I now can view the final end of hideous night–
The blessed land of pure delight,
Where all is right.
All is right.
Tina Rae Collins
March 3, 2014