by Damion Boyd
Wisdom
saw it through
and She delighted
in the thought of you
before ever a thing came to be--
before God allowed
the scraping sound of birthing worlds
before the great swirling whirls of possibility
burst forth like a storm tossed sea
before the proud waves were held back
or the fountains of the deep restrained
Before wild confusion receded and stability appeared like dry land
Before He saw that it was good and
the Nothing-horrors cast that first envious look….
Wisdom breathed
Moving playfully over the face of the deep
knowing the end from the beginning
She saw the whole, wondrous sea
(like knowledge and possibility)
churn out in violent waves
birthing you and me
Yes, before this limited place
played out all its natural limits
and the broad sea became a little lake of eternal fire
Ever receding, ever fleeing
the Face of God…
They delighted in the thought of you
And laid down a humble yet courageous plan of rescue
A wise but dangerous path
Jesus—the Way
For only He could transcend those waters!
Only He who longs for her,
The Eternal, Creative Song of the Father.
Only He, that terrible Name,
Who knows whence She came
And where She is going
