Diane,
Since I read your post, I have been searching the web for the spiritual "Creation". I have found a site with 200 of them but not "Creation". I was stumped! I first heard this perhaps 35 years ago, then I heard it on a tape made by the Rosedale Chorale, directed by Lloyd Kauffman. Then I got to thinking that it may very well be a poem that these guys just added music to, improvised. Anyhow, so this morning I googled "Creation" poem and I came up with the words and here they are:
The Creation
And God stepped out on space,
And he looked around and said:
I'm lonely--
I'll make me a world.
And far as the eye of God could see
Darkness covered everything,
Blacker than a hundred midnights
Down in a cypress swamp.
Then God smiled,
And the light broke,
And the darkness rolled up on one side,
And the light stood shining on the other,
And God said: That's good!
Then God reached out and took the light in his hands,
And God rolled the light around in his hands
Until he made the sun;
And he set that sun a-blazing in the heavens.
And the light that was left from making the sun
God gathered it up in a shining ball
And flung it against the darkness,
Spangling the night with the moon and stars.
Then down between
The darkness and the light
He hurled the world;
And God said: That's good!
Then God himself stepped down--
And the sun was on his right hand,
And the moon was on his left;
The stars were clustered about his head,
And the earth was under his feet.
And God walked, and where he trod
His footsteps hollowed the valleys out
And bulged the mountains up.
Then he stopped and looked and saw
That the earth was hot and barren.
So God stepped over to the edge of the world
And he spat out the seven seas--
He batted his eyes, and the lightnings flashed--
He clapped his hands, and the thunders rolled--
And the waters above the earth came down,
The cooling waters came down.
Then the green grass sprouted,
And the little red flowers blossomed,
The pine tree pointed his finger to the sky,
And the oak spread out his arms,
The lakes cuddled down in the hollows of the ground,
And the rivers ran down to the sea;
And God smiled again,
And the rainbow appeared,
And curled itself around his shoulder.
Then God raised his arm and he waved his hand
Over the sea and over the land,
And he said: Bring forth! Bring forth!
And quicker than God could drop his hand,
Fishes and fowls
And beasts and birds
Swam the rivers and the seas,
Roamed the forests and the woods,
And split the air with their wings.
And God said: That's good!
Then God walked around,
And God looked around
On all that he had made.
He looked at his sun,
And he looked at his moon,
And he looked at his little stars;
He looked on his world
With all its living things,
And God said: I'm lonely still.
Then God sat down--
On the side of a hill where he could think;
By a deep, wide river he sat down;
With his head in his hands,
God thought and thought,
Till he thought: I'll make me a man!
Up from the bed of the river
God scooped the clay;
And by the bank of the river
He kneeled him down;
And there the great God Almighty
Who lit the sun and fixed it in the sky,
Who flung the stars to the most far corner of the night,
Who rounded the earth in the middle of his hand;
This great God,
Like a mammy bending over her baby,
Kneeled down in the dust
Toiling over a lump of clay
Till he shaped it in is his own image;
Then into it he blew the breath of life,
And man became a living soul.
Amen.Amen.
James Weldon Johnson
This poem is 'narrated' by a male with a loud, booming voice, being very dramatic in his expression, feeling. You need one who is super good. Then while he is speaking have the choir hum and as the narrator progresses have them sing "Amen! that's Good!" At first it is sung softly and as the creator progresses on, gets excited about what God has done the singing gets louder, very expressive. You just might have to improvise just like I now suspect that my BIL did as well as Lloyd Kauffman. The singing is done acapella (four part harmony) with the males at times leading some of it but ending with four-part harmony.
And Diane, if you were to come anywheres near close to what these fellows did with this poem, those Presbyterians might for sure have an heart attack! LOL
Diane, do you very often sing acapella? with four-part harmony? This is a skill that is fast dying out. It requires nourishment in order for it to thrive. The use of musical instruments in worship has facilitated this loss. Anyhow, I love four-part harmony - the human voice is the most beautiful musical instrument there is. Blend the many different voices together in harmony...ah, lady it is like a touch of heaven!
Now you have something else to think about! :-)
If I keep thinking I may come back with more ideas! You see, I love choral music done acapella. Come to think about it I do have more to share but have to run now...
Blessings,
ginnyrose
PS: Electrical storms as displayed by lightening, thunder, torrents of rain - I enjoy! Just don't want anybody to get hurt. But that drama of nature is so inspiring, man is utterly helpless to do anything about it ... maybe that is why I like them? We rarely see these storms...