Rubble

He bounded earth,

between the vapor of His breadth.

He sat on the rubble,

and worked the clay.

He polished the earth,

with the fur of His presence.

Majesty blossomed,

and budded in the veins of clay.

He spoke to time,

and commanded space,

ran the epoch of his purpose,

He blessed the clay.

He called him Son,

Heir of his Spirit.

Yahweh awed us,

makings Sons from the rubble.