Out of the deep deaf darkness before daystar,
Bone-cold below zero—no hero—nowhere and nothing
But lung-leaking formless and void—
Logos leaped in. Yes, You, Star-strewer,
Sun-spinner, giving voice to galaxies galore,
World-wrangler, Word-worker, and every thing
Flinging and singing to being, universe leaping,
Still reaching, still washing that Word like waves
On the receding shoreline of time, and its ending—
In the beginning.