Into the stillness I spoke,
pushing words through the deck rails
and out into the field
to comb the tall grass.
Psalms twined with poems
were cast like seed
for the wrens and swallows.
I wonder what God thought
when His words were sent
like a dove to the formless void.
How did the Voice travel
this far, through the deck rails
to me?
Psalm 19
Gerald the Writer 
I just finished re-reading A Swiftly Tilting Planet by Madeleine L’Engle and the whimsy in your poem is fitting with the mood the book kindled. I love the “wonder” questions, the “what ifs,” the “how?” You new space is lovely too.
I started read aloud to my kids and Madeleine’s book is one I forgot about. Thanks!