Conciliar Post

The scene of Creation opens with a senseless darkness.
Was it the ultimate betrayal that caused the chaos,
The Morning Star falling from Heaven to Earth with a burst?
The first Word of Creation tells us it is true:
“Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do!”
And the light that enlightens the whole world
Is the only light shining in the whole world
And without even looking God says “It is good.”

The thief feels his separation from what he grasped after,
That kingdom which violent men take by force,
Where zealots sit at the feet of the Prince of Peace.
He hangs suspended in the air between the waters
Next to he who hangs the Earth upon the waters.
“Today you will be with me in paradise” he says,
And Earth and Heaven intersect at that juncture,
And the angels rejoice as God says “It is good.”

On the blood-watered ground, the seeds are planted,
Everything that brings forth fruit in its season,
And the Mother of all living is given a son
And a beloved son is given a beloved Mother.
She who bears God to the world bears the world to God,
And we bless the Mother of all the ever-living,
“Woman, behold your son; disciple, behold your mother!”
And her children bless her as God says “It is good.”

There are lights placed in the Heavens above the Earth:
Signs of seasons, of years, of days, of times, of the time,
But at this moment of Creation they all go black.
It is the dividing of at the crux as the indivisible is split.
Man is for a moment a little higher than the angels,
Dividing the divine from the undivining as he cries,
“My God! My God! Why have you forsaken me!”
And time is suspended as God says “It is good.”

There is water everywhere, and fish to breathe it,
Waters to protect from the sun’s ninth hour heat,
Water pouring from the brow and the washbasin
And underfoot and from harlot’s eyes and the side,
But the one who hangs the Earth upon the waters
Has nothing but a sponge intinctured with spoiled wine,
And hanging between the waters he cries, “I thirst!”
And the dove returns as God says “It is good.”

In under seven days he makes him a man- he knew the plan-
And raises him as king over all of the Creation
For all of the beasts to look up to for salvation,
And mindful that God has granted like father like son
He gives us prodigals our inheritance and dies,
Planted as a seed from which all life springs,
And his covenant with the world is “It is finished!”
And God sees his own image and says “It is good.”

Creation is completed, Heaven and Earth in communion,
Everything is divided, and only multiplication is left:
Time times times times timelessness equals eternity,
And God with his hands raised to the Heavens
Stretches out and puts his feet down on the footstool
And commences a good long post liturgical nap:
“Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.”
And God blesses our work and says “It is very good.”