Poem April 28, 1980 Issue

Before "the morning stars sang"

Madora Mckenzie

God created now;
we invented then.
God made all;
we made if.
What a shambles,
were the world synthetic
instead of subsequent
to God's endowment.

How good to live in God,
in now, not then;
in all, not if,
in a reality we choose but redundantly,
since it before "the morning stars sang"
chose us.

Madora Mckenzie

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