Beforeword: This piece juxtaposes the human poet alongside the Divine Poet, celebrating creativity as a reflection of God’s own creative nature.

Part I: The poet

In the beginning the poem was without form

It was syntax without logic
Vocabulary without voice
Punctuation without pause
Rhythm without beat
Metaphor without meaning
Rhyme without reason—
It was a scattering of syllables
waiting for creative breath

Nothingness hovered over the page
Blankness stretched across the paper
The quill’s ink laid dormant

Then the poet’s creative breath breathed over the bareness and declared:

“Let there be—poem”

And there was.

The poet gathered wandering words
and called them stanza
Separated thought from thought
and called it line
Measured cadence,
shaped imagery,
wove words into sense,
and saw that it was—good

A poem rose from the connecting syllables—
A living thing made of letters and rhythm

Part II: Divine Poet

But before the human poet
there was the Divine Poet
He carved galaxies with His finger,
Aligned oceans to their shorelines,
Penned mountains into earth’s margins

Then the Divine Poet declared:

“I will create a masterpiece, in my own image”

The poet was His poem—
His workmanship
His living verses
Shaped from dust with His fingers
Inscribed His image in clay turned flesh
Affixed His signature—Eternal Author, Divine Poet

When chaos covered the deep places of the poet’s soul
Where there was emptiness,
He composed abundance
Where there was brokenness,
He crafted beauty
Where there was wandering,
He authored purpose
Where creativity was stunted
He penned—
Purpose with direction
Breath with belonging
Gift with calling
Heart with home

Without the poet
The poem remains unwritten
Without the Divine Poet
Neither poet or poem would ever
have been

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Afterword: This poem expresses creation through the voice of a poem that awakens to its own existence. I used the imagery of Genesis 1— from emptiness to expression, where words become living art through the voice of a poet. This piece also draws on Ephesians 2:10—we are God’s workmanship, His poem—a living thing made.

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In creative solidarity, Dee