CLAMOR CREATONIS
The Cry of Creation
In the beginning there was silence
and from that silence a world was born.
Water found its way to the sea,
wind taught the mountains to speak
and life began to breathe cautiously.
Creation was not a possession,
but a promise.
But slowly man forgot.
He built walls where there was once a horizon,
forges of steel where bread could have grown,
and let his hunger for more
become louder than his compassion.
The earth kept turning
but her breath grew heavier.
And somewhere —
in the depths of the universe
or perhaps in the conscience of man —
a scream sounds.
Not out of anger
but out of sorrow.
A voice asking
how a world so full of wonder
could forget itself.
Perhaps it is the voice of the creator.
Perhaps the voice of the earth.
Or perhaps
it is our own voice
that is finally beginning to awaken.
