The End, The Begining Poem by T.A. Rosenbaum

It is formless, a deep void unfathomable
Which is my pride and anger, that I cannot unseat
But their is a spring, its purity impregnable
Its waters the only safety from defeat
Currents that once made real the intangible
With the first words spoken
and now make whole the broken

There is also a deep, darkness black
Which is my ignorance, doubt, and fear
But their is a well to draw forth what I lack
That is within me and always near
When my courage's walls begin to crack
I reach deeply into that fount
and then, any foe surmount

It is beautiful, full of light, and undying
It shimmered upon the face of the deep
It touched those waters underlying
It made awake what once was sleep
It is a comfort in loneliness, pain, and dying
The greatest gift from heaven above
Against all this, nothing withstands its love