“You have prepared a body for me.”
Not out of nothing,
Though nearly so
Spirit hovering over enwombed waters
Spoken into existence from flesh and blood, a word
not unlike the very first word, begotten from eternity
“Let it be so.” You said, and it was
And it was very good, though small
This limitless power wrapped so tightly
That, at first, the Unseen remained so.
“So let it be.” She said, and
You prepared a body for me.