Ein - Sof

I have no story
only a word to tell.
It tumbles from my mouth
in a harsh and raspy whisper
The word becomes the story.
The word becomes planet,
bird and beast of the field;
The word becomes man.

I have no story

only a word to tell.

It tumbles from my mouth
in a bellow, in a roar
The word becomes the story.
The word becomes Moses
shouting "Let My People Go,"
The word becomes flesh.

I have no story
only a word to tell.

It tumbles from my mouth

in a blaze of light and glory

and the word becomes the story.

The word becomes barriers broken

and the sound of tombstones burst;

The word becomes.

(Image: Hubble Space Telescope, Composite of the Eagle Nebula)