Who knows what worlds might spring from a single word?
And who knows what worlds might collapse?
Therefore, let Your words come to me.
Let them well lup in praise and frustration.
Let them overwhelm the page, my heart, my eyes.
Let them wash away any undue pride or fear.
Let them be my wings, carrying me ever higher;
Farther from a sense of the ground, yet nearer to true groundedness.
Let my words create as You create–
Who spoke and the world was.