Was it a whisper or a shout?

It's funny the rabbit trails my mind gets on when I try to use unplanned quiet moments to pray. I was sitting at an open house this morning, and not many realtors chose to come and see the house I was at. In itself that's not so unusual. I know I will likely have an hour or so of enforced stillness when I am asked to do these, so I take my notebook and look forward to using the time to pray, to write, to think.
Having said that, this morning I was looking forward to some time to really focus and pray for my mom. She had an appointment at the cancer clinic booked for this afternoon and I really wanted to press in and claim healing, because I know I serve a God of miracles and I know He heals still. And so, I began, calling on Jesus, compassionate healer of the sick, on Jehovah Rophe, the Lord Who Heals. My heart cried out, but my mind quickly wandered...and my thoughts went like this:
Was it with a whisper or with a shout that you spoke creation into being?
I see You, tenderly kneeling to fashion man from dust,
breathe into him Your holy breath and give him life.
Did You hold Adam in Your arms, as a mother holds her newborn son? Did you hold him close with an ache in your heart knowing he would fall?
I wonder

You saw he was alone and his solitary existence was not good. His only need beyond You was a companion.
And so You brought to him his other self. In the two one.
Did Your heart break a little when You set them in their perfect home, knowing they would stumble?
Knowing they would choose themselves, choose each other, over You?
You knew-
Before Adam drew his first breath, before Eve beheld her lover, before light & dark were separated, You knew.
You Knew, and You laid plans to bring them home to You.

Likely in the next few weeks I will begin to shape and pare those word & phrases until it feels "complete" to me. Far be it from me to understand even my own creative process. I've learned to just "go with it". How I got from Jehovah Rophe to creation I have no idea. I just know in my mind's eye I could see God kneeling in the garden, shaping Adam out of the dust. I saw Him cradle man in His arms, and lovingly breath life into him, the way I once cradled my babies and kissed them as they slept.
I suppose I was thinking about how we were each created in the image of God, and knowing He carefully crafted each part He could, with a single word, re-create those broken parts, even the broken parts no doctor can treat or mend.

I am eager to see what miracles await us around the next bend. The road is rough and full of thorns right now, but the sun is warm on my head, and I have a feeling something good is just ahead.