In The Beginning Poem by JOY JOHNSON

In The Beginning



THE JOURNEY WAS LONG, A LONG TIME AGO
TIME WAS UNKNOWN, DAY WAS A MORNING NIGHT A EVENING FADED
WE LEARNED ALONG THE WAY ON HOW TO SURVIVE
WHAT IS IT TO TOUCH WE FELT OUR FEARS THEN CUDDLED
OUR EMOTIONS CAME INTO BEING CAUSING US TO FUMBLE
TOUCH THIS HOW DOES IT FEEL GOOD TO ME GOOD TO YOU
OUR SOULS JOINED INTERLOCKED TOGETHER UNITING INTO ONE
SHE GREW, SHE BECAME ILL NOT KNOWING WHAT TO DO
COOKED PLANTS OVER A BRIMSTONE OF STICKS TO FLAMES
LIQUID FLOWED GIVEN TO HER TO DRINK OUT THE PAIN
IT WORKED NOW WHAT IS THIS ANOTHER YOU CAME PUSHING THROUGH
SO SOFT, SO SWEET, SO CUTE, SO RARE JUST FROM TOUCHING HERE AND THERE

NEVER KNOWING WHAT TOMORROW WILL BRING
THE WATER FALLS FROM THE SKY ALL WET UPON THE GROUND
TINY CIRCLES FROM THE FRUIT WE PUT INTO THE SOIL
BROUGHT FORTH MORE SWEET BITES TO EAT
MELTED PIECES OF SPARKS SHAPED INTO A POINT
GET US THAT FAT MONSTER LURKING IN THE DARK
CHOPPED INTO PIECES ADDED TO THE FLAMES MEAT CAME
THEN GRAINS MOLTED INTO BREAD AND GRAPES TO JUICES
MANY FLOWERED PLANTS GAVE FORTH POWDER TO CURE US
SKIN THE BOAR THEN THE BEAR WRAP AROUND WE WEAR
SEASONS COME SEASONS CHANGE LEARN TO COUNT HOW MANY
TIME TO HUNT, TIME TO PLANT, TIME TO STORE, TIME TO HIDE

TIME TO CUDDLE PRODUCE AND KEEP WARM
USE THE BLACK GRIT DRAW LINES ON THE STONE
COUNT HOW MANY DAYS IN ALL
FOLLOW THE SUN FROM DUST TO DAWN
3X3X3X3 IS 12 MONTHS IN ALL
CALL IT A YEAR ADD THEM UP LESS THAN 300 IN ALL
TO MUCH TROUBLE WAY UP HERE
GATHER THE STICKS MOLD THE CLAY
USE THIS WARM SKIN WHERE WE LAY
EVERYDAY YOU MAKE SOMETHING NEW WORDS CAME OUT TOO
CLOTHING, FOOD TRY THESE FOR YOUR FEET

THEN SOMETHING TO WEAR ONTOP OF YOUR HEAD
AND MANY NEW COLORS LETS CALL IT RED
GOD HAS BEEN GOOD NEVER LEAVING OUR SIGHT
HE LEFT US TO STRUGGLE FOR NOT DOING RIGHT
HE GAVE US PLENTY OF WHAT WE NEED TO CARRY ON
WE USED OUR BRAINS TO KEEP OURSELVES STRONG
HE TOLD US TO GO, BE FRUITFUL MULTIPLY
AT FIRST LIFE WAS EASY NOW SUCH ALONG WAY TO GO
WE JOURNED SO LONG TRAVELING ON COLD WHITE GROUNDS
WE WALKED THROUGH SAND STORMS ON HOT DESERT LAND
OUR SOULS DID ERROR GOD TOOK US BACK TO DUST LAYED OUR BODIES DOWN

In The Beginning
Wednesday, February 7, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: creation
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JOY JOHNSON

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