The First Poet's Smile

Reflecting on creation reflecting goodness

The first Poet spoke
syllables into substance
sound into sight
out of His mouth
formed and stormed
poured forth bright

The world now filled
all catching light
glinted grass
gleaming streams
golden mirrors
refracted beams
echoes of a world unseen

The Poet in delight
He turns His gaze
now set ablaze
a heart that sings
of things now made
the fiercest joy
now still He stood
surveying fresh
He calls it good