Posted by Tyler Kirkpatrick | July 1, 2020
I was recently inspired to write a poem for each day of creation–(which are written as poems themselves). I will be posting a new entry each day. Today: Genesis 1:9-13.
The Third Day
In a few simple words, Dry Land is created: wind and glacier worn flanks of Annapurna, Blanc, Cerro Bonete, Denali an endless alphabet of soaring ice and granite River-carved canyons and caverns Plateaus and plains
Yet. It is the afternoon's events that receive the attention: Life.
The third day of creation yet the first day in which God saw how good creation was letting out a mirthful laugh delighted at these creatures capable of re-creating and recreating:
Mountain meadows awash with flowers bringing a full palette of new color into this new creation Roses of Sharon and Lily of the Valley and the lillies of the field Cedars of Lebanon and Saguaros of Sonora and Sequoias of California clapping their hands and bursting into song each one breathing, growing, alive each one sacred, created and re-creating each one very good. The Third Day.
[1] van Gogh, Vincent. Olive Trees, from Art in the Christian Tradition, a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN. http://diglib.library.vanderbilt.edu/act-imagelink.pl?RC=56501 [retrieved June 30, 2020]. Original source: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Vincent_van_Gogh_-_Olive_Trees_-_Google_Art_Project_(Minneapolis_Institute_of_Arts).jpg