In The Beginning


He was born of creation, spoken and made
A man in the likeness of sunlight and shade.
A son to the Father of light on the earth,
Whose breath woke creation from sleep unto birth.
The dust of the ground swept about into form
Until it was settled awaiting the morn.
At the dawn of the sixth day he swept up the man
And set him down in His garden to tend to the land
He commanded His son to take all He was giving
To take care and dominion of everything living.
Man awoke in the garden of beauty and glory,
He walked among creatures all new to the story.

All was good in that garden, the fruit with it’s seeds,
The land reproduced to fulfill all his needs.
The Father of knowledge is ancient and wised
And His commandments not to be despised.
Only two of the trees were not for partaking,
And should the man, his Father forsaking
partake of the fruit of Knowledge or Life
His days would be full of toil and strife,
For the words of life must be obeyed,
Or death a price that must be paid.

Then the Father declared that one thing was not right,
“There is no one in whom My son will delight”,
The Father brought creatures to His son for their name,
beasts and birds all obeyed, to the son each one came.
And as he sang his own song of creation and life,
He saw that for him was no helper or wife.
These creatures, he mourned, had each one of their own,
They kept to each other, not one was alone.

The Father then made His child to rest,
Over the son came a shadow like death,
The Father physician let blood soak the earth,
He carved a rib from His son in an act of rebirth
and from bone formed a creature of beauty and power
A creature born from Gods son's darkest hour.
Glory and faithfulness, nurturing grace,
Procreator and future of the whole human race
Both weaker in form and great in compassion
Abundant in love for in love she was fashioned
Then the Father physician resurrected the man
The son of His love, for whom was His plan.

He breathed in the freshness of life in the morning
And saw the young garden, the mountain adorning
Then there was she, a soul as his own,
Reaching down to help him arise to his throne.
The prince took dominion, and blessed his new life,
He called her his Eve, his woman, his wife.
From his bone she was taken, from his flesh she had come
They were two, but together in life they were One.

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