by Barry Casey
“In the beginning,” said the Word.
And it was good. Later, we understood.
The world is constant creation,
one luminous drop after another.
The beginnings coalesce, adhere,
elongate, divide, mound roundly.
They meld into one another,
slide aside, strewn in wondrous confusion.
A child stretches to catch a drop
of Beginning, fresh in the moment.
This will be her memory. It will
glisten, evolve, luminesce in time.
She will remember it most clearly
at her end, like a benediction.
Barry Casey believes that faith and doubt combine with mystery for a working life-map. He is a Christian influenced by Taoism. He taught philosophy, ethics, and communications for thirty-seven years. He is retired from teaching and writes and edits full time.