The Craft Of The Word 

The "let there be" gone forth
Standing in the realm of unseen
With His hands busied in shaping
All sorts, even from the scratch.

The earth tells of His best
The features; proving of His skills.
Having one arrived from the one
Came forth man from the word.

Many years are gone to grave
Hastend into there never again
All tangibles that was and is
Are all works of unseen substance.
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