poem 10.25.21

my sister creating

The pull to create,
     to form something out of 
                  something out of nothing,
like a star hanging in the dark,
     needing to shine.

A burst of light,
     an eager melody starting,
     hands forming sonic beauty,
     lips speaking word sculptures--
                  the expression of
                  the expression of the Artist.

Opening blind eyes,
     swinging wide barred gates,
     leaning down low to whisper
                  peace,
     The Maker sculpting
                  justice out of sorrow,
                  expanse out of restriction,
                  life out of death--

The Master forming something out of nothing.

A charge: create as you were created.