"Because he saw everything, mountains and streams and landscapes, as evolving, unfinished, in the process of creation, there is a pervading sense of vitality in all he wrote."
-Edwin Way Teale, describing John Muir
Of course the Good Lord's creating
Hasn't ceased.
We live each day amidst a world
In birth and death,
But how?
For God is.
He lives.
Histories pose no bounds to Him.
A good, true God
Cannot finish creating,
For to finish would be to abandon.
A mother does not one moment
A child make,
Rather, she is long a child-maker,
A lifelong life-giver.
To stop the process
Is to exit the scene:
Divorce.
But blessed is He,
Who is forever wed to thee!
Yahweh continues
In the constant creation
That comes to us
As sustenance and restoration.
We are living a long, tragic, victorious
Ninth day of creation.
Christ came to deliver the world
From the fatal eighth,
And now for Day Ten we wait,
Perpetually sustained,
Suspended by grace,
Receiving daily
The bread of the age.