Creation's Symphony

The stage is set

for the orchestra

to come and take its place

Each chair arranged to perfection

and each music book is opened

To Creation's Symphony

Poised, we wait

for the cue to begin

Slowly the rain trickles in

methodically setting the mood

The wings of a humingbird

whirling to the sounds of the wind

Softly misting my cheeks

The pounding of children's

feet down the hall

Begins the thumping beat

building of anticipation and sound

The whoosh of air

blown in your face

after every swinging motion

is pushed into the chords

keeping time for the rest

Then the burst of

a flower blooming

Opening each petal to the shining Son

Awakening its sleepy winter eyes and stretching

The crashes of waves on rocks

and the cracks of thunderous bolts

Climaxes the piece in fierce fury

Then, precisely on time, everything stops

Silence envelops the room

and we stare at one another

Waiting for the conductor

to call us back to harmony

Gradually He brings us home

to give the report, of what He heard

Adressing each sound, He speaks high praisese

Beautiful melodies captured His heart

Sadly though, He felt the composition

was lacking, and incomplete

without you.