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
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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