he carved out the universe and its never-ending galaxies,
spinning and still.
he made the eternal paradox,
dark and light
he began to create his masterpiece,
perfect and flawed
and looked at all the pieces around him,
complete and unfinished
and his heart opened, giving birth to the first emotion, love,
full and ripe
as love planted itself deep in his creation,
infinite and perpetuating.
poetry by sara b. healy
Note: This is an older poem of mine. Forgive the gender preference as a poem doesn’t read so well with the pronouns “she/he” or “it.” I am a believer that whatever higher power exists, it does not need a gender affiliation:~)