there was a dark, swirling void
messy and bleak,
the weight of its emptiness
was planet crushing.
From this dark, isolated chasm,
a voice called out for recognition
and God’s spirit paused.
Like Joseph cries in the waterless pit,
and Jonah’s song from the belly of the fish.
Like the prayer deep in Hannah’s heart,
un-utterable but true,
a voice now calls out to you, Eternal One.
gaze upon the dark night vacuum,
the time before Creation.
Pregnant with possibility,
a soul, a whole universe,
is begging to be born.
Hover over the depths,
breathe life into them,
and once again declare,
“Let there be Light!”
 cf Sforno on Geneis 1:2,