Before the waters nourished earth
or night imagined morning,
a Love conceived the universe
and reveled in its forming.
This Love remained as time revealed
the loss of Eden's glory
and, grieving, holds in memory
each tragic human story.
Despair, so deep it bears no name,
or sorrows paralyzing
cannot revoke Love's faithful claim
to dwell within our dying.
The Love that called creation good
all goodness still is bringing.
This Love turns death again to life
and silence into singing.