Sermon

Ode to the Word

“In the beginning was the Word…and the Word was God”: ingrained in the ecology of the poet tree, echoing from its myriad of rings, through its ageless roots & enduring branches.

& God, the wordsmith of wordsmiths, made the Word flesh to dwell among us & blow riffs of tradition through us, the leaves of forever soloing on the indigenous versaphone…

as we with an ear to the ground, search for purpose within truth, discovering truth within beauty, carving a brand new nuance of meaning from the beauty of our own expression…

as we with the winged thoughts of our angel eyes take flight through another long day’s journey into night, to where our deeds, begotten in births of cool winds blown

everywhere all at once, return as reflections in the kaleidoscopic urn of ubiquity breathing life eternal into our words.

Originally written as my own personal adaptation of Genesis Chapter 1 in the Bible, I post this in response to Melissa Coffey’s invitation to muse upon the theme of trees, stemming from the Genius in a Bottle writing prompt #23 posted by Victor Sarkin, whose work I’ve become acquainted with more so via the publication, Being Writers:

2021 MDSHall is a poet and a creative, who is the creator and curator of The Bazaar of the Bizarre and a submissions editor for The POM, living in Illinois, also writing in association with the Writes of Passage, “forged on the wordwrights’ anvil,” and the Muse Echo Collective, Purveyors of the Poet Tree of Discoursing Drums beating by any dreams necessary.