in the beginning

In the beginning, there was nothing.
Nothing but Love.
Perfect, spinning, dizzying, dancing Love
Love bursting at the seams, exploding from the core
It couldn't be clamped down or shut up
Tamped in or squelched out
A love so savory and succulent
Rich and bottomless that in It
All perfections rest

It wasn't lonely or sad or needy
Or afraid of being unaccompanied forever
Love was flawless and so colossal, so vast and deep
That It lacked nothing, needed nothing
Had everything.
And because of this,
Because it was so effervescent, ever-pulsating,
It could not be contained.
In the knowledge of Its own absolute goodness
Love sought only one thing--
To share Itself

In an instant and an eon
Love welcomed light and dark, sky and earth, water seed
plant fruit
Into existence.
There came fish and fowl, giraffe and cow
There came beast and bug--
There came beauty, which only Love can craft

Love knew this was good
Of course it was good!
This fresco had come from Itself!
So incredible was this that
Love yearned for more,
Desired something that could delight in It,
That could long to know Its swathing mystery.
Though creation proclaimed Love's excellence,
Nature and creature could not
Seek their architect

And so in a thought in a lifetime
In a light year in a flash,
There came man
There came me!
Lookin’ like Love.
And in that moment,
In that million years of a millisecond
Love
Offered itself to history
Opened itself to the risk of reciprocation
And fell in love with all who would come to exist,
Before they existed