You left the final day for re-creation, For art and song and festive feasts for all. You knew we’d work and toil to our damnation, So you left us space where we could wholly call Upon your name. Our feasts and songs are sourced In celebration of you, our only Lord. […]
The lumbering beasts all graze upon the land, And offer up themselves to one another. Not just survival but harmony and Symbiosis was how the world was governed. […]
The birds all fly their pelicanic flights, Prepared to pierce their hearts to feed their young. The phoenix on its pyre-like nest alights And burns, the song that never goes unsung. […]
The celestial lights were spoken into being, One to govern day, the other night. […]
The seas subside, drawing back to unveil the land. From light and dark you move to earth and water. You multiply by adding through division, Order to chaos and back to order after. […]
What does it mean, he made a dome, a wall To separate the waters below from those Above? What are these waters above it all, This cosmic ocean beyond the heavens? He chose Mystery to describe to us the canvas Of the night and day. And just what is the sky? […]
What is this Light spoken into being, The one which separates Day from Night? […]
In the beginning, the cosmos unfurls and lights The darkness of nothingness: a symphony. In the beginning, God speaks, delights In us, and speaks himself in harmony. […]