On the other side of nothing,
the waters of the dark womb
rage and writhe, resisting God,
labouring the eternal void.
On the other side of nothing,
over the pitched waters,
the breath of God hesistates;
surfing the storm, hopeful waits
to discover deep-sunken desire,
to offer the kiss of life
to the lost ones drowning,
to bring to its crowning
all that is; to soothe the dark sea
of all that is not to be.

Genesis 1:1-2 “In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep; and the Spirit of God was moving over the face of the waters.”