by Michael Plante

Reaching out into the vastness
the Creator caught a shooting star
“my aren’t you a feisty one,” he claimed;
“full of energy and spunk.”

The star vibrated in the Creator’s palm
a tingling sensation incurred.

“I have an idea for you,” he spoke
“I know a place where you can be of beneficial use.
The most important job next to mine
shall fall upon you.
Your energy is abundant, your endurance admirable;
you shall be the creator of color in a dark world.
For you shall represent my eyes to those so keen to seek out my wisdom
and sweetness will rain like a river for those that wait.”

The Creator swept up some dust from the blue stone he sat upon
cupping his hands he envisioned the color yellow
and yellow was created.

“Find my children
be kind yet firm
allow them to see your work
and harvest your love for life.”

And when the Creator un-cupped his hands a bee was released.
The vastness became loud as it is wide
drifting star seeds were collected by the bee
each contained colors beyond imagination
that will flourish in a world of darkness.
Planets aligned, new moons came out of the darkness,
directing the bee to a place it would call home.

The full moon rose, the land so dark
quietness fell the land of absence.
Children slept in colorless dreams
as the bee softly landed.
Star seeds were released on the winds
danced across the plains of darkness
jubilant with anticipation they sung under the full moon.
Harmonizing they finally came to rest
and into the soil they took their place.

The nectar of the morning dew
replenished the bee’s appetite.
A gift from the Creator grew within the bee
it was a seed of new direction.
And as the moon with no dreams faded
new light arrived.
Children of the dark land awoke
and into a world of color they walked.
Their pupils turned the color of dark honey amber,
The seed of imagination opened in their minds,
The humming of the bee’s wings
were as if the Creator was humming himself.
As the children walked the landscape
star seeds broke the soil they called home.

By mid-day, the blooms arrived.
Vast floral colors swayed over the plains
the children of color moved across the landscape.
Moving within what seemed a dream.
Touching the petals of creation they came to understand
how delicate new life is.

The bee sat upon a tree
watching the children grow in color
watching them sing in harmony with the Creator’s gift.
The seed that grew within the bee
was placed in a wax comb
the tree of life now established
as it nurtured the seed into being.
Before dusk arrived on that first day
a queen was born
a new star arising from the tree of life
unto which the bee bowed
pledging its’ diligence and life.

Under the night sky the children sat gazing up to the vastness
with new vision they saw the Creator’s way;
cosmic hues rich in color
breath-taking moments transpired
cascading stars that traveled the night skies
heading towards their purpose
landing far from mystified eyes
exploding new dreams and wonderment
escalating thoughts onto a spiritual plateau
reserved for those blessed by the Creator.

The children carried new visions into their dreams
singing in harmony with the night sky they rest in a peaceful slumber.
When the dawn of a new day arrived
they woke in a blessing
colors of the morning rise
enriched their souls.
The light of the Creator put a spirit into the children
purpose had arrived.