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There was I...


Continuing the series on Creation and Creativity, but once again, what follows is not my own work, it is a dramatisation of Stewart Henderson's "When there was nothing" from "Homeland" (ISBN-10: 0340591188)


And God said, "Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the expanse of the sky." 21 So God created the great creatures of the sea and every living and moving thing with which the water teems, according to their kinds, and every winged bird according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. 22 God blessed them and said, "Be fruitful and increase in number and fill the water in the seas, and let the birds increase on the earth." 23 And there was evening, and there was morning--the fifth day.
And God said, "Let the land produce living creatures according to their kinds: livestock, creatures that move along the ground, and wild animals, each according to its kind." And it was so. And God saw that it was good.
Genesis 1: 20-25

Actor 1         When there was nothing, there was I
                     Lighting volcanoes, stretching the sky
                    Sketching the veins of an acorn leaf
                    Painting the gloss on the tiger's teeth
Actor 2        When there was nothing, I was there
                    Buffing the buffalo, grooming the bear
                    Curling the cobra in his coiled-up cave
                    Rippling the river and frothing the wave
Actor 3        When there was nothing, there was Me
                    Expanding the girth of the Redwood tree
                    Moulding the moon whilst counting the bugs
                    And no matter if you're squeamish
                    But I even made the slug
Actor 2        When there was nothing, just I AM
                    Before I'd even offered you my punctured lamb
                    I juggled all the planets, then equipped the frog
                    With the energetic means to leap from log to bog
Actor 3        When there was nothing there was I
Actor 1        When there was nothing, I was there
ALL            When there was nothing, there were always three
Actor 3       Spirit
Actor 1       Son
Actor 2       And Me
Shalom

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