I am Love!
None is before Me--
I am the All!
I am the Lover of Life
By whom my Son is begotten:
This is my Son--
The Soul in whom I am well pleased.
Or ever the stars were hung in their purple places;
Or ever the moon grew languid with love for the earth;
Or ever the day flamed forth on the hills
In eager pursuit of the reluctant arms of the night:
Life cradled our Son in the atom
We fashioned and floated on waves of ether--
Cradled our Son and waited till aeons went by
Fulfilling the passive, soft years of his childhood--
Waited until he builded strange cities by rivers
That flowed from the gold of the sands of the desert--
Waited until his white body was nailed on a cross
In pledge that Love is the Lover of Life and Father of the Soul!