Creation

A vessel, huge, barren and foreboding

Floating aimlessly in the vast sea,

Directionless in its meandering

As empty as it could be.

A jolt, an awakening was suddenly felt

As it stood still amidst the raging waves,

A hand of fortune which with it was dealt

Forever changing the vessel's days.

The emptiness banished

As was the lack of direction,

All darkness vanished

With the entry of the new creation.