The Drummer between Chaos and Creation

Creation Myths

Some have the grandeur of architecture,

The grandeur of the concert hall: the sentimental

Grandeur of an idea lying just beyond recall

In someone's imagination, compelled by an even

Greater music at its most monumental,

That begins with the explosion of a drum

In chaos and the dark, the twin wellsprings of a world

That slowly comes to lie before them—a natural

One, apparently designed for them alone,

That somehow lifts them in the end, a woman and a man,

To Paradise and the certainty of God.

John Koethe

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