. “I want answers. I want all the words the poem whispers to be made flesh, to sit opposite me, and to shout out the reason for our existence…” ---Susan Jarvis Bryant on Daniel Kemper’s poem He who is, and always was, spoke light And made our tiny place. That light, His clay, He fashioned into width and depth and height, And earth and water, us, and night and day. And every part of every thing; of space And flesh and stars and time, are all the same--- A single thing---His words pronounced with grace. And He, I Am, calls out to all by name. Whatever was and is must answer Him By being just what they were made to be. No, we were not created on a whim, But in His image, and by His decree. Creation He’s bequeathed to every voice. Our words can build or raze, can curse or praise, And every utterance is by our choice--- To mutter sheepishly or else to blaze. . . Mike Bryant is a poet and retired plumber living on the Gulf Coast of Texas.