[From “The Pebble” Series]
The moment He formed me
Time itself had yet to be
Special constructs were unconstructed
The vacuum of space was vacuous
With a screeching sound unlike anything heard or yet to be heard
As the clouds thunder and as lightning strikes
The very breath of the nothingness expanded into being
And from the concrescence of created time existence became the liminal
There; among the echoes of the future expanding
In the vacancy of the Promethean sea
His coda; a piece of matter formed
Not like anything that had been
From the birth of time and space a single fleck came into being
Before matter had a source it was beget in the crescendo of a Voice
Thy Word
And from a nursery fleck a coordinate plane found function
Categories grew and measurements became incomprehensible
What was but a fleck became the reference to something glorious
A created thing became the thing to identify Creator
A little pebble
A praise of the Voice’s glory
The moment He formed me
