When Space was Empty...
When space was empty
and time had no form,
Then did I look upon my dreams;
Then did I know myself:
As empty as the space around me
from whence I came
I know not how.
I thought more might come to join me.
None ever did.
Yet from this longing came my plan:
To bring forth beings by my own hand
from the emptiness.
I thought long on this
and saw that I could divide the darkness
into two halves of reality -
right, and left.
Behold I moved my hands and split the black sea,
and I sent two swirling mists asunder
from the void
and into one I dove.
I laughed with glee and
formed the shimmering lights into minds and forms,
Using the only pattern I had,
myself.
It was difficult at first;
With my first creation I took special care, and I named him Lucifer
For out of light he came.
Then I made one I called Michael, and one Gabriel,
and throwing my power far and wide in
exhilaration
and having learned the secret,
countless numbers appeared in that instant.
Alas
I was alone
they were all myself.
In my image they had been created
and those I had worked hardest on were most like me.
My highest and most beloved almost believed he was me
He could not be servant, as perhaps neither can I,
and he said "I am the same as he,"
"as the most high"
and was flung far from me.
I tried to reach out for him
and could not.
Long and hard I tried
until finally I knew,
the nature of the universe
will not allow the joining of such.
I know not what this force was; but I gave it a name:
I called it SIN.
Lucifer had many friends
and they sadly bid me farewell-
they were going to join him
and they know they could not come back
And if they could, what would that avail me?
I was alone
Alone as before the swirling mists
with myself, and selves I could not reach
So I made a new game
I left the birthing waters and entered
the other swirl,
the one to my left,
The forces I had conjured up then had separated,
and onto one separation I worked, and played.
I made new creations.
No attempt at companionship this time:
I knew no companion to make
save yet another copy of myself.
At first I changed the fire and rock
and then I let it change itself.
Small, shapeless creatures
carrying their life in their bodies
were coming into being,
and I watched them.
Fascinating:
changing, changing, ever changing.
Soon the seas were filled with them!
and then the land!
and the air!
All their little world was alive with them
and I delighted in their diversity:
always new surprises, new designs, new patterns were forming
though still, still alone, I had this,
My pretty jewel
to brighten my eyes
and hold dear my attention.
My lost friends watched, too, and delighted
from the other side of the SIN.
The times of innocence...
How bright life seemed then,
how sweet the new thing that began to
form
on my scintillating little jewel.
for companions
began to appear.
I watched with ever growing amazement
Men.
We called them men
from deep in the thickest jungle they
came
with a new weapon
a new way to survive
They became like me.
and yet no like me.
Their minds began to make imprints upon the fabric of the universe
so that when their bodies were gone
they persisted.
the Men!
They came to me!
Oh, my beloved companions;
in them I found newness, challenge, thoughtfulness,
I grew as the did.
Alle!
This was what I had been wanting, waiting
for!
They came to me from all parts of their little world,
different...
All of them different!
But, some could not bring their souls near to me.
We were separated
like Lucifer.
they cried out and I could not bring them
I could not bear it
I studied the ones who could not come
and I found patterns:
SIN
I asked them no to do the separating things
but the would not listen
they did not understand
I made a son
as men do,
to cross the gap;
but they would not listen.
They were frightened,
and they killed him.
I had not expected it to be such a hard
thing
to hear his cries
and feel his tears
or that it would tear my heart so
to watch them kill him.
This is something the men have taught me
still, some came to me
Some came.
Ever more beautiful they were
and ever more wondrous their thoughts:
When a man loves someone
he will take all that one's suffering
upon himself
even to death.
They don't even know they will remain;
yet still they die
for what they love
This, too, the men have taught me.
For I have found in Lucifer
or Satan, as the men call him,
a deadly enemy.
He is jealous
because my love is given to the men,
and he seeks to destroy them:
believing somewhere
in a mind twisted by pain and sorrow
that he will be loved when they are gone.
He steals as many from earth as will
have him,
and those under his dominion he torments:
eroding their souls with his vicious attacks
until they are reduced
and some have Died already
Died the way the men think of it;
into nothingness
they are gone
Even this I could stand
because of the joy of those who come to me
Because of the beauty they give me,
but they are leaving.
one by one
they bid me farewell
with tears in their eyes
knowing they cannot come back
they go
to join those they love on the other side
even though they are in peril
and in pain.
My heart cries out at their anguish
and Satan will not hear my appeals..
I must do something
before they die
before they are all gone
my precious ones
I must destroy the SIN
for now I know how
When all the other spiral on the right
the glittering angel dust dies,
SIN dies with it
but it can not be made to vanish alone
something must go with it
and there are only two
the men, and I.
I could destroy both sides
and start over
making new men
without all my former errors
But I cannot bring myself to destroy them:
So I will destroy myself
for them
for what I love.
The men have taught me well.
Ah, my loved ones!
Hear me!
You shall be alone
lost
confused
left to shape eternity to your whim and liking;
yet, I have trust in you, my beloved ones,
that you will make something new
and wonderful
and good
though you may forget me
and all I have done;
it matters not
but that you are free:
free to love
free to hate
free to kill, and to give live
free to struggle as you have
since you began to know
right and wrong,
good and evil,
small and mighty,
and the pain of choice.
Let it be said I have loved you well:
you have given me much joy.
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