This Day

Five trillion days ago,

when there was no when,

where there was no where,

an infinitesimal quantum hiccup

belched forth all

time, space, energy, laughter;

started making days.

This day

was the intended effect.

This day.

The Word spoke, created, that this very day be.

Into this day, He placed you; He placed me.

And I like the idea

of spending this day

with you

and with Him,

laughing,

in the space and with the energy

that He gave us,

five trillion days ago.

Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II

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