No one told me it would require solitude to put pen to paper
And yet my loneliness provides a voice
In the space between wonder and wandering my soul speaks
The margin between exultation and despair is the place I reach out
The prayer to be heard becomes a longing to be understood
The desire flows into rhythm and story flows out into the world
When the Lord spoke the world into being he created from the void
From nothing he created life and beauty
And it was good.
The divine spark of creativity is a gift
Left over from the beginning of time
Yet the act demands that I enter into the void
The space between belonging and being lost
To listen to the wild call of the soul
To hear it echo in a silent space
The one that bubbles up with bravery
To think or dare to place your vision into the sea of life
A call to from nothing into something
It is the imprint of the creator
Like a prayer we pour our energies into the space of humanity
An offering to the divine
A reflection of something sacred in the broken reality of our world
May I never loose the hunger to enter the void
Grant me faithfulness to doggedly pursue the gift
To steward to act of creating something from nothing
Honor the creator
Build a bridge to my sister and brother
Speak truth in the darkness
Story on the soul
The Lonely Act of Creation A Poem by Sarah Kay Ndjerareou
