A Beginning Story

In the Beginning, Nothing Was.  Out of Nothing, Is brought forth everything.  

Where did Is come from?  Is comes from Isness, but beyond that is unknown by me.  

Is brought forth first the life of the lifeless, the heat and the cold and the elements.  They were brought forth in their order, and they are still being brought forth.  The lifeless then began to coalesce, to join form with form, and gather together.  Gravity pulled them together, spun them, and held them.  

The life of the lifeless resonated with the Is, and together they birthed the living, and they are still doing so.  Life felt the power and resonance of the Is immediately, and began to multiply and divide itself.  The diversity of life came into being, for, like Gravity, Change is a part of the Is.  The Changingness which does not change, like swirling fog.

When do we come in to the story?  Now, now is our time, but we are not the arrived at end.  We are not the point of the story.  The Is is too vast for our small selves to be the apex of the story of creation unfinished.  Will we put shackles on God, attempting to stop the narrative like small children when we hear our names?  Change happens and time goes on, like a roiling river.  We go on with it, or we sit on the bank and cry our salty tears until, dessicated, we fall to dust.

In our smallness, still we can know Is.   Perhaps not in entirety, but still in intimacy.  Like a fish swimming in the ocean knows the water, or a babe nursing knows its mother.