from your fecund womb,
a birth-explosion of light and matter
You declared it,
to be good.
Time, evolution’s handmaid, passed.
And from the depths of Earth,
you bodied-forth Jesus,
Spirit-filled and fired with holy vision—
some say a second creation.
A bigger bang flared forth in him,
Spirit’s expansion in all directions.
Love burned in him so that our small
and isolated self might undergo a heat death,
birthing a supernova soul
and all the elements necessary for a new creation:
and unambiguous consent to be future-shapers.
Our souls now see,
in this Christmas miracle,
the goodness of both creation stories.