How fragile the links of certainty
How tenuous the connections in time
Humanity..and all its achievements
Are simply footprints in the sandstorm
Of evolution.
From creation to big bang
When the universes were just..... Spaces
Awaiting the enigmatic.. Circuitous..
Time.
That period lasted for either a trillionth of
A trillionth of a second.
Or a trillion trillion years.
No time..no black holes..
No past..no present..no future..
But....... A God
For 'it'.. Was there before time..
At creation.
Before.. The spaces created meaning on a page,
Before.. Silence created meaning in a word
Before.. Death created life
Before.. Fire created water.
In the beginning there was the space
And this space evolved..
Into God.
And God created time..and humanity..
And sandstorms
And footprints.
Copyright Roy Merchant
15TH AUGUST 1992
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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