Genesis

Burn.

Be.

Spark, and illuminate—

Flare, like the infinitesimal piercing of

Light that first breaks like a wave on the 

Edge of the flame-roaring dawn—and the

Word, singularity, sings in that burgeoning,

Flashing explosion of fiery verse that is

Music far-off beyond world-ancient stars, while all

Growth and unfurling now floods from that origin,

Blazing and blooming, begotten from nothingness,

Spoken, awakened, and rampant in radiance:

Infinite poetry rippling with fruitfulness,

Surging creation in billows of depthless span—

And pulsing still in everyday,

Though ages distant from that sound:

A yearning music on the wind,

Scents of strange flowers we have not found,

With subtle longing harmony,

All echo, shimmer, tantalize;

The ripples of infinity

Yet hum and hymn through sea and skies

Listen—the threads of the world all still thrum that chord:

Birth of all things, in which all things will be restored—

For glory waits and strains, a rising storm:

A gathering grace’s fullness found in love;

Our air is tense with thunder, taut, and warm—

We wait the Word poured out like rain above;

Creation aches to snap its stretching seams

And loose a splendor now unseen, unknown;

Our earthbound being quakes with swelling streams

Of Heaven's laughter bursting like the dawn:

Now as this present shadow shreds away

The grey horizon lifts, like curtains furled,

On far green lands beneath a rising day,

A bright undying song beyond this world—

As at the first, so evermore shall be

Creation’s echoes swell to final harmony:

Fabric of fiery notes, sublime verse of one Word.

Inspired by the writing of C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien, Rich Mullins, and Andrew Peterson