In the Beginning

Earth is without form.

Darkness rests upon the face of the deep.

There is no starlight around me.

My gaping maw open to devour, but there is nothing to consume.

An unquenchable desire burns me to ash.

Bit by bit my cinders set the universe ablaze.

Like all mothers, I enter into the chain of creation, one god bearing the next.

From dust to skin and follicles until I burn once more, joining the heavenly body of celestial fires.

I will bide my time, confined to my physicality. Wretched blood and bones doomed to cruelty and suffering.

The curse of sentient flesh we reap and sow; the rancid fruits of humanity’s wicked labor.

Too soon, I find myself without my sanctuary and guardian.

Foisted into the front line of battle.

Though I wield sword and shield, I have no army. My god, she has abandoned me.

There is nowhere to retreat from the onslaught, save the shelter I dig myself on the scorched earth, quivering against the death soaked soil.

Frightened and battered I remain.

Alive, I persevere in dignity until you, my legacy.

I expand with joy when I learn of your possible creation within the cosmos of my womb.

I deflate in agony at the reality of your absence. I am unmoored, adrift and decaying.

No waterfall, am I, barred from the cyclical flow of perpetual motion.

I am a pond, nay, a puddle. Stagnant and souring as the years slog on.

There is nothing left of me save a cracked indent marking my departure from this callous, wicked place.

Suddenly, a spark enters my vacuum.

Finding my eternal mausoleum, under the crust of sand and clay.

I awaken; the metamorphosis ensues.

The atoms comprising my vessel dissipate into the ether.

I expand through the universe.

I need not the links of flesh capturing and holding captive the before and after in rigid succession.

I create an infinity within.

I am multitudes.

I am the stars, the sun, the moon.

I am the universe the holds them in place.

I am my past, present, and future.

I am rooted in the very fabric of time itself while weaving the tapestry.

Creation and creator. I pour of myself into myself.

I am renewed.

I am whole.

I am, forever and ever,

amen.