Oh, Great Love!

I’ve contemplated bitterly long the task of mustering something of nothing. All along I have known that I am something. Even if it be true that I am something terrible, or something miniscule in comparison to something else, I assuredly am something. Who can deny it? The very thought that I am something proves, at the very least, that I am something other than nothing. In speculation, I also had to accept that I was something that came from something else. This undeniable truth is repeated throughout nature. No matter where you look, you will see something coming from something else, but nowhere will you see something of nothing.

I’ve been aware of this mystery ever since I was young. I knew that it must be possible for something to come out of nothing, or else something would never be. The world would be nothing, and if this was true, the world simply could not be. I tested my theory by trying to make something out of nothing. I flexed my eyes and strained my brain. With incredible focus, with all might and concentration, I spent my mind entirely on the hope of making something out of nothing. Alas! My effort was in vain, something of nothing never came.

Oh, Great Love!

The voice of a Spirit,
the strength with no frame,
is the power that made
what cannot be contained.
And the voice, the strength,
and the power displayed, entirely aware
of the risk and the pain,
is the working hand of Great Love.

Great Love made the bed
of celestial heights,
full of stars extending
beyond endless sight.

Great Love shaped the earth,
and so lavished it lush,
in the depth of each leaf,
in the water’s sweet rush.

Great Love sowed the breath
all His creatures reap
in the air of the sky
and the leagues of the deep.

From the heart of the worm
to the creation of man,
to the depths of a Soul— Oh, Great Love!
From nothing, you’ve made Love,
Love with no end.