THE JEWEL OF MY CREATION
                        by Charles Goering

    Before the dawn of Creation, I thought of you,

    Before the dawn of Creation, I thought of YOU.

    Before the mist blew through the heavens, I thought of you;

    Before the blue water cascaded down the mountainsides, I thought
    of you;

    Before the first minnow jumped in a brook, I thought of you; For
    you, my pet, are the jewel of My creation.

    Before the dawn of Creation, I had a plan for you.

    Your eyes are the color of a small sparrow's wing,

    Your skin is as dark as the coal in the earth;

    And again, your eyes are azure blue,

    Your skin is brown like My mother's.

    I had a plan for you from the dawn of Creation.

    For centuries the grass blew softly on the great prairies.

    Sometimes as softly as you breathe-

    And the grass was waiting for you;

    Yes, before the first crocus smiled at Me, I thought of your
    smile.

    I will remember you into Eternity.

    When the mist blows in the heavens no more, I will be with you;

    When the blue water cascades down the mountains no more, I

    will be with you;

    When the pine trees sprout forth no more, I will remember you.

    My beautiful, My beloved! What are they doing to you?

    My pet, My creation! What are they doing to you?

    You lie on the table alone, You breathe so hard;

    Will they not wash you with the blue waters of My mountains?

    Your breathing is becoming so still, like the grass on the
    prairies in a great calm.

    My child, I am thinking of you.

    My beautiful, My beloved! What are they doing to you? My pet, My
    creation! What are they doing to you? Your little fingers are so
    small and soft, like a pussywillow's bud; The steel from the
    cold earth;

    Why do they press it to your soft new flesh with such great
    force? My child, My thought is never removed from you.

    My child, My beautiful! What are they doing to you? With the
    suction, like a hurricane, they pull and tear you; Your little
    legs will never walk, until you run with Me.

    The salt in your mouth, when you were to sing for Me!

    The salt in your lungs, you who were to yell of your LOVE for
    Me!

    Before the dawn of Creation, I thought of YOU.

    I LOVE YOU.

    I will love you all of eternity.

    This article was taken from the February 16, 1995 issue of "The
    Wanderer," 201 Ohio Street, St. Paul, MN 55107, 612-224-5733.
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