Towering alone above all that is penned,
Steadfast, pristine, immutable, bright;
Cleaving in double the same soul it mends,
Clean-cut right through, then balm for plight.
Shattering otherwise impenetrable stone,
Patterning otherwise indistinct sound;
Fattening otherwise marrowless bone,
Plowing, seeding, watering otherwise fallowed ground.
Out from its well-spring a tide of hope issues,
Felt from its churning, a fastening gale;
Crafting from nothing new heart, structure, tissue,
Once distant Word, now descended … exhaled.