The speed of creation
is as slow as a glacier,
steadily moving over boulders,
grinding them to gravel.
The speed of creation
is sudden as heat lightning,
unpredictably sparking
a grass fire on the summer-parched prairie.
The speed of creation
is as subtle as the pace of petals,
opening longingly
towards the face of the sun.
The speed of creation
is as concentrated as developing from a dot of intention to newborn,
complete with ten fingers and toes and heart and mind and soul,
after just ten moons in a human womb.
The speed of creation
is seven days,
something manageable for humans to imagine,
measuring the immeasurable,
allowing us to enter the heavenly realm of creative chaos
without getting lost.
by Terra Rafael
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