Not a star was shining, not a beam or a light
Could be seen through the eyes of a man that…
No shadow of bush, or of tree, not a beast,
Not even a thin ray of dawn in the East.
The form of a village with people asleep
Was not there — no dreaming of deadlines to keep.
For there was a “time,” we were only a thought
in the mind of I AM — he had not yet wrought.
His amazing design of creatures and man
both heaven and earth were still only a plan.
— Beth Harsh —