'Ere Primum Genesis,
'Twas all void, though not barren:
A non-place of no-thing,
Nor its absence therein.
No space to lack form,
No light to cast darkness,
Yet the perfect gravidity
For gestating vibration--
A being yet unformed,
Emerging in energetic catharsis--
As once had the universe,
From a Big Bang reverberation.
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'Ere Thy Conception,
Realm vacant yet sovereign:
The chamber of silence
Whence all gods begotten.
Your embryo hadn't yet grown
The vessel for consciousness.
For only through your essence
Could the universe be carried into reality.
The moment of vibration,
conceived the universe into being,
Was a whisper of subtle love--
A fundamental purity
We call the Spirit of God.
This same Presence
Stirred too within us,
Upon the first recognition
of our mother's voice
heard from within the womb:
Genesis thus Begotten,
an event Inevitable and rare:
The Emergent Totality of God--
Arising such one and the same
As the Emergent State of Becoming
in creation of our own existence.
"Before God, there was nothing;
And so a darkness was upon the void's expanse."
Then, there was a sound.