Speaking forth the birthing of a new world
Wearisome all words are; none utter the primal longings. Yet in His divine embrace come tongues of fire. Kindled from Eden’s distant shores— now burn raging flames of love. From a lost world come primeval sounds; sighs too deep for words— cries for liberation; groanings; dismantling walls of alienation; echoes of birth pangs from the Heavenly Dove; speaking forth with all creation— the birthing of a new world.