The Ocean That Will Not Lose a Single Drop
The Ocean That Will Not Lose a Single Drop Before the first dawn opened its blue eye, before silence divided itself into music, before the stars learned the burning grammar by which they praise You— You loved me. Not as the sculptor loves obedient stone, but as the ocean loves the rain that has not yet discovered it is water. I was a meaning sleeping in Your mouth, an unopened letter in the Infinite Word, a secret so deep within Your knowing that even nothingness could not hide me. You whispered, Become — and the void blossomed into distances, time poured from Your hand like wine, and every atom awoke carrying a hidden name of God. I called You One , and You answered by becoming countless. I called You Countless , and You gathered Yourself into the single trembling heart of a sparrow. I called You Perfect , and found You kneeling in the dust, washing the wounds of everything perfection had not yet reached. I called You Transcendent , and You passed b...