First he carved <br />the water <br /> <br />whittled it <br />dropp by drop <br /> <br />placed it just so...in place <br /> <br />‘til it gleamed <br />with its perfection. <br /> <br />Then, with a sigh <br /> he fashioned grass <br /> <br />stroking it <br />until it lay gentle <br /> <br />under his <br />tender hand <br /> <br />sky a blue <br />he just wished <br /> <br />and it was...just was. <br /> <br />My uncle creating <br />the world <br /> <br />as I listened <br />to his whistle <br /> <br />watching the world <br />come alive <br /> <br />under the flash <br />of his blade <br /> <br />whittling into being <br /> <br />(all things) <br /> <br />all things.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creation-for-lyn/
