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Creation


We created you from dust

She created man from clay

We caused you to be a creation

She released you from an open womb

With a beaming, joyful face

We created, our hands made you

The life of your flesh is blood

Of course your dust was was taken from

Four Corner of the Earth

Thus man returns to dust....

In a variety of colours---Red

Black, white, green

For the Heavens and the Earth below

The Midwife rejoiced in the Prostitutes House

When you were born

The image of God appeared to her

She breathed her spirit at you

And you arose to the power of

Your Mother, who is the breath of God

You drank lustily at the millk of

Your childhood then God breathed a

Soul into you, we created you!

 

 

RavenHeart~/Hallowbethyname

 

 

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