Supernatural Word

In the beginning was the Word

Creative force and power

Like an eagle in a dive

into the realm of time

Spoke into existence

Your universe and mine

The resonating sound

Contained within itself

Shapes, sounds and worlds

Breath of life, that Word

The voice that took a form

Glides through darkness like a bird

Oh the power in that word!

That we have broken down

Cacophonous clichés

Mere consonants and vowels

The word became mere letters

With no creative power

But just beyond my reach

My fingers brush its edge

Hovering in the void

An echo, I have heard

The form and living shape

Of the Supernatural Word