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!