Creating

A tiny seed when planted 
In ground or womb or mind 
Sends tendrils forth dividing 
New shapes unique unfolding 
Creation’s grand design 

As new things dawn their growing 
From good or evil start 
They reveal their beginnings 
Those things of which they’re part
Influences bearing in

When birthed they are presented 
Bless or curse a fallen world 
To build it up or 
Tear it down 
Into this life they’re hurled 

What is it that I’m birthing?
Bringing to this sacred home? 
Adding joy and goodness?
Helping others carry on? 
What am I germinating? 

‘Tis a wondrous life we’re given 
To walk upon the earth 
To share in co-creating 
With God to bring new birth 
Infuse His glory in 

Though efforts might be futile 
Far below perfection’s style 
The labor of the making 
Allows the sense a while 
Of transcending dusty planes