Out Of Nothing - Poem by Bernard Kennedy
All inventors have begun with an idea
and out of nothing,
cut its cloth like a fine tailor,
a usefullness and form.
Like Edens pleasure garden from
the chaos came,
or on Mount Tabor
God speaks when downward
comes the cloud,
though fear expands.
The dark night,
the souls clarity
brings forth form.
And from the cave
the emptiness of nothing
brings the Resurrection.
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