My Deep Sleep In The Beginning Poem by Gil Gregorio

So plain it was the Universe
When the Spirit allured
The whole concourses of angels;
Songs were like the hymns
Of an infinite origin…
So soothing, so simple and so sweet.

So plain it was the Universe
When the stars allured
The whole concourses of angels;
Where the constellations of firmament
Wear the light of their own…
So magnifying, so delightful and true.

So plain it was the Universe
When in one stroke an angel cheated
The divine streams of systems;
Where the whole wide expanse
Well organized of their own orbits…
So clear, so crystallize and real.

Now my Lord God tell me then
How it was before me,
And He plainly say:

In the Beginning, I was nothing
But a voice of my own, Words of my own
Without form but empty.

I made a sound out of my voice
I heard myself, and letters
Form my senses - Letters of my own,
But it was from nothing but from me
A womb of my own.

I said, Light! ... and everything begin
From it! I formed those without forms
Including myself in an array of forms;
From darkness, I clothed it with light;
And from my own light,
I clothed the dark…It was the beginning!

My Son…
I must be incomplete,
So that Man will be complete;
I must be perfect,
So that Man will be imperfect…
It was as it was
And will be as it was…

With a single tap on my face
He leaned on me in my deep sleep.
My dream brought me out
From my own reality:
That my flesh is the tabernacle
Of my own spirit.
It was as it was
And will be as was in me!