Prologue

By: Katie Mead

There was nothing but God— 

Elohim in His plurality, 

Majesty to fill the void and vastness of 

Immeasurable darkness

But not a stranger to the lively illumination

Held by the One holding together 

Hidden holy fates

And secrets soon uttered by its story.

The God-man dwelt, unnamedly Emmanuel, 

Before becoming flesh on the formless earth, 

Yet His hands and heart were the vessel of preeminence 

Over the creation currently 

Twirling around in His mind; 

Both in the unseen and that of sight

Does His weighted wisdom work,

Walking on the wings of the weaving wind

To call by name creatures appointed

And written in the royal pages–

May the cosmic kingdom come.

The Spirit hovered above the waters, 

Soon freshly prepared with dewy droplets, 

Feeding love to two and preparing to move 

Pacing these surfaces as He pleases 

To please the Father and Son. 

In red velvet robes of robust radiance

And garments of godly grandeur

He has dressed Himself with willing hands

Which long to play in the waves.

Then the voice of Elohim echoed out, 

A command reminiscent of a melody; 

Sweet like honeycomb and smooth like wine, 

So light was, and darkness separate soon after. 

Subsequently, a reigning breath:

evening 

and morning–

Katie is a third year studying computer science