Creation Myth

A Whisper created the Universe.

She blew a stream of air across her voice box,
through the gates of her lips
and words were loosed into the void.

The sound increased in magnitude
until it formed shouts of joy
and songs of praise.

The whoops of joy became waves of energy
that coalesced into matter. Bits of matter
became stars and plants and continents

and mountains and green, green valleys 
and oceans and frothy rivers

and sea monsters and dancing fish
and silly looking birds with long beaks and all kinds of animals.


The songs of praise separated
into individual notes that became humans.

The joyful noise sounded like the tinkle of wind chimes,
the crash of cymbals, the curling of waves,

the cry of a newborn, the flutter of wings,

a chortle of laughter, murmur of love,
the chanting of prayer.

The Whisper made the Universe
so she could send words out
where she could hear them, for she was tired
of keeping silent, of withholding her truth.

And on the first day, the Whisper smiled
and said in a booming voice, "It is good!"
And then she laughed.


Anonymous said…
creation... through sounds!
I like your creation myth! It's better than the other one. :)
karen said…
Simply beautiful. I love the Whisper speaking its truth. And I imagine the Whispers laugh being a great belly laugh! Beautifully written. I enjoyed this very much. Thank you.
Beautiful as always...and exquisite images.

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