Black Was Everything Without Any Light (In Answer To Ted Hughes) Poem by Gert Strydom

Black was everything without any light,
in a endless night
until in the brain of the creating One
the miracles of life did come

and dazzling blazing light appeared,
the sky unfolded in a deep blue hue
under a yellow-white sun
and all in black space hanged,
the creatures, the plants and everything
on a planet called earth
where creatures dwell from the time
that the first one appeared and thereafter
from there birth

and no crow came from nightmare,
the evil hand or anywhere but from
the hand of the creator God
who thought and things became
from the sheer energy of His spoken words.

[From Crow (extract) Two legends by Ted Hughes.]