IN THE PLACE OF SPACE

And before us there was 

a vast canvas of nothing 

Before the artist brushed 

broad strokes of colour

Water washes of green against blue 

Oil splashes of yellow brown 

dotting an emerging landscape

with an ever lasting hue

In this space was I born

In this place will I die 

while with my life I find blame 

For every cry, for every sigh 

Pointing to the heavens 

Saying it is He 

instead of looking inside 

and discovering Me 

And before Me there was 

just a canvas of nothing

until a million ideas

joined in singular thought

A kaleidoscopic transformation 

from imagination wrought

To gift life from a single drop

of cosmic primordial soup

Stirred evolving divinity

 struck by a karmic loop

In this place I will be born

In this place I will die

Forever intrigued by faith and hope

plagued by the what and the why

 listening to an imaginary face

Preaching purpose in the place of space