The Darkness Of Dawn

Creation’s painting was born out of thought;
nothing so exquisite, is a product of chance;
souls are the paint drops the artist brought;
no masterpiece evolves out of happenstance.

For the life of the Artist was within the clay;
and the paint drops granted it’s beauty;
only the Master can turn night into day;
and, fashion love out of duty.

Life’s inception was in the void of space;
coming much like, a thief in the night;
creating realities, only God could erase;
a dawn of creation, providing the light.

A blazing sunrise illuminated the earth;
the new home for the created being;
it was only a beginning; mankind’s birth;
thought, became hearing and seeing.

Darkness arose on the sphere of the earth;
reasserting its demonic power;
the children designed by creation’s birth;
refused to allow love to flower.

They say it’s darkest, before the dawn;
such truth is easy to see;
the sunrise displays that life goes on;
we are, as we’re meant to be.

So the Master allowed, that darkness return;
death grafted love into the life he planted;
for the children of God had much to learn;
only by darkness, could love be granted.

The Cardboard Breadman
3/7/22.