Towering alone above all that is penned,
Steadfast, pristine, immutable, bright;
Cleaving in double the soul it too mends,
First severed clean, then balm for the plight.
Shattering otherwise impenetrable stone,
Patterning otherwise indistinct sound;
Fattening otherwise marrowless bone,
Plowed, seeded, watered otherwise fallowed ground.
Out from its well-spring a tide of hope issues,
Felt from its churning, a fastening gale;
Crafting from nothing heart-pulse, structure, tissue,
Once distant Word, descended … exhaled.