Creation’s Song
By Jim Reiman
I heard a sound the other day
it came from some place far way
the sound of notes so sweetly played
on strings
from a harp that god has made
is it the sound of time begun
that perfect note of only one
that one clear perfect note I heard
joined by other notes until
the notes swirl and dance in perfect form
and soon a perfect song is born
a song so sweet night turns to day
the void of darkness is swept away
and on and on the notes will play
in rhythm of the cosmos sway
from empty space that song is sung
creation’s bells of birth are rung
the nothingness that was before
now creation’s song forevermore
until eternity no longer sings
until the bells no longer ring
until the light of day is gone
and notes no longer make that song
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James Reiman is a writer, poet and musician living in rural Vermont. He recently published a collection of poems entitled "Reflections", soon to be available from Cyberwit Publications. He has performed traditional music in Vermont for many years, and has now focused his creative energies on poetry. He believes in the restorative power of images through words, and that a good poem is a healing prayer.
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