Beneath Presence hovering
Roils dark diffuse nothing
Waiting in inky silence
Till spoken to existence.
Sound shatters the empty space
Calling order to come trace
Fingerprints in newborn light
And footprints in nascent night.
A word spoken calls forth life
Out of never-ending strife
Setting feet on holy ground,
Tilting heart so it is sound.
So goes life’s ongoing work
Coaxing order from chaos’ mirk
Finding joy can take to wing
Beneath Presence hovering.
-Dwain Cassady
5/29/24