In the beginning

there was no beginning

only the diamond moment

hammered from the abyss

of compressed night,

each facet a mirror,

reflecting the one light,

revealing all to come:

the shadow possibilities

and shimmering glints of your face and mine.

 

Then the Word spoke itself,

the sound embracing us,

before flinging us out in a spiral scream of joy

that echoed into kelp beds, lichen, redwoods,

into the exquisite unknown,

of these shards of light,

of this holy moment.