A SONG OF THE FATHER

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!