Creation
I am unborn as yet, but am delivered giving
birth.
From the life in my work I sense the life in
myself,
robbed of this mirror, I am as good as laid in
earth.
My calling I have brought with me, of my own I
perform nothing,
But I am delivered, and delivered see my debt
is paid
to the force from which I derive, and which has
delegated me.
The kingdom that has summoned me and from which
I derive –
is it an unborn power that delivers itself
while giving birth?
Is it a divine splendour, whose fount is sheer
glory?
I do not know, but in my blood is the courage
of all longings.
I hammer fire out of darkness, liberate the
helpless.
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