In The Stillness Of Night
Physicality was created by light, put to motion;
we are pictures of puppets, on a string;
the concept, called being, was a curious notion;
conceived in heaven; a realm unseen.
In the beginning; was Consciousness, only;
God alone, in the stillness of night;
Consciousness found it to be eerily lonely;
Thoughts said: “Let there be light.”
Light was ignited into an exploding cascade;
the stillness of night was gone;
life sprang forth; as an unending parade;
and to this day; lives on.
The Master Creator had created new life;
merely from thoughts on his mind;
motion had replaced the stillness of night;
as love, left loneliness behind.
In the beginning, there existed perfection;
every thought; the Master’s will.
The thoughts by man; ushered in rejection;
and with him; the thought to kill.
Murder returned heaven to darkness and night;
and life was exiled from the heavenly realm;
only evil’s death could return life to the light;
restoring the Master to the helm.
Heaven is the kingdom of peace and light;
but, Consciousness was lonely above;
all life was created in the stillness of night;
God needed somebody to love.
Monty 8/28/24. # 2,299