Well, it’s been quite a summer.  New arrivals on the farm (cows) and new ways of working (farm hands!) and new projects generally in all directions. Of all the things I have written and not yet found time to post, I thought I’d start with this one, inspired by the man of many talents whose expertise creates the infrastructure we need here on the land. To my contractor par excellence, Kenny H., with deep gratitude and obvious appreciation.


I have always wondered

How god made the world in seven days,

Six, really, if you want to be precise,

And god must have been precise,

Pulling peoples and earths and purposes

Out of his own one head,

Seeing the plan,

Shaping the great shapes

Of earth as we know it.


God, maybe, whistled at his work,

Or sang,

Or held great conversations with the myriad teemers.


Kenny his son (as we all are)

Comes out each day like sunshine,

Walks out onto the land

Full of his own deep wisdom

Carrying blueprints of beauty,

Creating effortless structure out of his own bright heart

And open hands.


And I know this,

Beyond a shadow of a reckoning:

Creation is a gift, and those who hold it

Are blessed and blessing both,

And leave god’s earth

That much more sacred than it was

Just this very morning.

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2 Responses to Creator

  1. Pat Cegan says:

    Beautifully written and very true. I have missed your postings. Hope all is well with you. Hugs, pat

  2. Alix Moore says:

    Time just does not flow according to my expectations lately, Pat! But all is well in my world, and joyful. How about you?

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