There 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.