From Everlasting to Everlasting

In the beginning...

the words reverberate with the power of the endless ages.

Before the mountains were brought forth, or ever you had formed the earth and the world,
from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.

In the beginning, GOD.
And on eternal mornings when the sky is deep and cold beyond the horizon, feel it:
the foreverness, the presence in the void.

What songs were sung in the lungs of eternity, what melodies thrummed in the voice of the Godhead,
shuddering time into being, echoing space into shape like a translucent tent, fluttering.
Oh God, who are you? I call you mine, says a human voice from somewhere small in the distant nearness.
But who am I to call you mine?

I call you mine, says God on the water. I call you each by name.

"Show them your glory, Father," says Christ, a voice of warmth, a voice unchanged, unchanging. "The glory which I had with you before the foundation of the world..."

The scene, unspeakable, is spoken into every soul just before dawn.
Unknowable, and yet we know it, don't we, within our ribcage.

The structure of infinity is the strucutre of the soul. Some day we'll see it and remember that it never was forgotten.

The Lord is in his holy temple.
The Lord is in his holy temple.
The Lord is in you.

...from everlasting to everlasting...