The Breath Of God - Poem by Royston Allen
Early that morning when the world was young
and at your powerful word, life had begun.
No Humankind on earth was to be found
so you gathered the dust into a mound;
moulding and shaping it with loving care
and then knelt down and kissed the sculpture there.
This defining moment was so profound
for the first man rose up from the ground.
God the great creator had breathed His life
Into Adam, the man in Paradise
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