He, the word lived in the celestial world.
He was one with the Father and Spirit.
His facets, like petals, slowly unfurled.
To His fervent grace, there was no limit.

In the form of the breeze, He blew around.
As fountains, streams, and rivulets, He flowed.
Over mountains, and valleys He was found.
As the sun, the moon, and the stars, He glowed.

He was revealed in the sweet songs of birds.
In flute, lute, and harp, He sounded sweetly.
He was concealed in nature's silent words.
In the cries of babes, wasn't He heard softly?

Saying: let there be, He brought forth all things.
It's from Him, endlessly, existence springs.