The First People

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And the first people were made with clay, divine fingers, shaping

mixing with water, molding a type of living rock.

They slept until the wind

filled their lungs.

        

And when they awoke they learned to talk,

and walk, and run, teaching each other games, discovering miracles

in the forest, and eating pristine fruit.

         

It wasn’t until later that hate was born, having fermented

from a bad seed.

       

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2016, ancient skies

Peace and blessings to everyone.

“When we love people, we give them hope.”

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16 thoughts on “The First People

  1. I love the line, they slept till the wind filled their lungs.” Reminding me when God “breathed into his nostrils the breath of life…” Genesis 1:7. Excellent!!! Love it:):):)

  2. There are a few bad seeds in the world presently, trying to destroy the gift of life. Many prayers, blessings and beautiful poems like yours, need to fill our hearts, Thankyou Nico.

  3. Your way with words and your beautiful fertile mind never cease to amaze me!!! I truly admire your poetry and the thoughts that give rise to them…a genuine fan 🙂

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