4There was water in the shadows
and light in the abyss.
The brittle cold inside it
was waiting for a kiss.
There were waves of understanding
and ripples of pure grace.
A web of stars unfolded
like fine and layered lace.
There was ice upon the surface
and fire in the sky.
A forest of cold blueness
where time and space now lie.
There was a silken windstorm,
alight as it rejoiced.
The warmth of life and love itself
was waiting for His voice.