A new day and a fresh scent to explore.
The light again came forth from darkness deep:
With wings of flame unwearied light did soar
Across wide waters newly waked from sleep.
Alone on silent waters bright lights leap.
Through unnamed air, through vast unnamed expanse
Came Light Himself to glory speak and reap
His words unharvested - "Let waters dance."
His voice split wake and wind both like a lance.
Waters cleaved, and leaving water behind
Water rose in joy and searched out its end.
The Namer of all things with words refined
Spoke again and named the fresh golden wind.
In the book beyond time where names are penned,
Bright Heaven joined the ranks of Day and Night.
That great expanse defined thus, He did send
A holy scent into the far flung light,
A scent of future glory, future sight.
The waters teemed, and crashed and clapped their hands.
From deep to deep, they through Deep Heaven called;
Round roar of breaking waves did race the winds
In Holy Spirit speed and state un-stalled.
The wind was fresh, with Heaven's scent enthralled,
With hint of promise, hope, and grace fresh born.
Upon the surface of the deep was scrawled
The Name of Him whom angels would adorn
With glory, praise and honor - we, with scorn.
But from Deep Heaven to the depths below
Him whom the angels sing would humbly come,
His grace and mirth and yearning heart to show.
And to His Name from hearts once cold and numb
Would flow bright songs of joy through mouths once dumb.
In that strong hour the Deep would call to deep
And darkness unto light would swift succumb;
The stone that covers all ‘neath Sheol’s sleep
Would never more find hole nor home to keep.
For living water cannot long be kept
Beneath the mountain-weight of mankind's curse.
And though for three long days it might have slept,
The spring must breathe and once again traverse
The landscape of man’s troubled and adverse
Position in the eyes of holy Light.
For us the living spring did take that curse
And run the downhill course of mankind’s plight
In order that we might reach Heaven’s height.
The waters heaved as darkness filled the sky;
Deep Heaven charged ahead into the night.
The Maker watched in pleasure from on High
The evening capture all of morning’s light.
Through crest and foam the fresh scent kept its flight
As Spirit hovered long above the deep.
And though no earthly eyes have seen that sight,
The Maker loved to watch the waters leap
And plunge into the new world’s second sleep.
