Alone, at one, and lonely, th' Holy speaks: "My Word issues forth: I:to-be-Not-I Begotten Logos to diversify." Becoming, perishing, th' Holy seeks: And there a void, an emptiness appears, "Not-I, the arche-queen of engineers." Releasing th' emptiness, th' Holy breathes, "Let there be love," and freewill choice bequeaths. And Logos enters Wisdom, man and wife; And she receives the Word in sacred strife. The singularity erupts in life:
A dot -- all of actuality, A point -- all of potentiality, Without width or breath or height, Without vector space and time, Explodes and fulminates, Expands and inflates. One force to bind it all In one ultra heated fireball. Cooling, differentiating, Organizing, integrating, Protons, Electrons, Neutrons, Positrons.
Until in a cosmic wink, Spanning years as long as light's speed, Electrons with positives link And light, first light is freed. A sign of God in this place, Washing over time and space, Eternity's interface, This primordial light spreads out bound And echoes now in the cosmic background -- A reminder of God advancing With Creation's chancing and dancing.
But now Attractive Gravity, With mathematical suavity, Condenses and compresses, Gathers and caresses Matter into galaxies of stars Nuclear shining into the Sparse (For no void, but quarkonic and leptonic!), Propelling light photonic and spectronic -- And light, second light, is enriched From alpha to beyond gamma pitched -- God continue's to create and to variegate -- Preparing for Love's Expressions: Life in all of its impressions.
And God's excitement accelerates -- The first born stars burn at ever rapid rates: They collapse one by one And exploding sun by sun Spew heavy atoms of star debris -- Each a cosmic refugee That Attractive Gravity collects Into suns and planets and connects Them into ellipsing runs Of moons about worlds about suns. Each sun awashes its earths In EM, third light, for starting births. And God's diversity grows and evolves And towards Wisdom resolves.
Now, now we apple-eaters, Upright and brainy competers, Have woven fibers of light, Fourth light, at first to expedite Our words and then our data. And then in deepening strata We lay capability on capability In ubiquitous accessibility Of cyberdreams and avatars, Of impossible worlds and stars, Of global e-talk and consumption, Of realizing the god-presumption. Yet th' Holy of cybergrace Awaits us in cyberspace, Where not e'en God knows Whither life goes ...
The cosmic fœtus wrapped in light gestates And in the labor of Cross and Resurrection awaits Its birth as the Basilé of God, Divine Alternity And raising by Word and Wisdom in Eternity.
The færie photonic stream, the brilliant dusty beam, across the fœtal face, awashes time and space.Of points, without width or breath or height, displaces no space, these quanta of light
At c, ageless untouched by time, pass all time, and untouchably massless flash around us, upon us, yet not of us, here, but not here, yet hot to us, The photonic amnion, The harbinger aiônion, The membrane between the cosmic fœtus and Sophie's Womb -- the Beyond to meet us -- These spectronic waves are th' eternal anointing us supernal. Around the membrane, beyond the c th' enfolded implicate, th' amniotic sea, nurtures th' unfolded explicate:
Within the membrane, in time and space, the chromatic vibration emanates like Holy Grace such wondrous relation. Like synchronous, laser light, the tool of holographic sight that makes the implicated film and reveals the explicated still, The light out of the enfolded Ground arrives, by space and time unbound To declare the holy mystery and the bound of cosmic history.
Within the membrane, all of creation Is soaked in chromatic vibration And awashed in God's unseen otherly light Like Maxwell's Rainbow, of variegated sight: As a thought emerges fromthe alpha-brain to emit a Photon at 10Hz, so God's divine quantum flows through and out of us -- always there, never in doubt of us. A Photon vibrating faster at 120Hz travels with power along the bluish thick trunks stretching far and wide and the yellowish thin leaves reaching everywhere -- like unfolding the power of otherwhere: the mighty veins of God given us to heat and to glow, and in trust, not to deplete. A Photon vibrating faster at 2kHz sees speech: The whiteness of silence giving way to the red of debate, the orange of discussion, the yellow of chatting, the green of singing, the blue of chanting, the violet of prayer, And visualizes the Word setting life astir. A Photon vibrating faster @ kilocycles and megacycles shines: the red of AM, the orange of short wave, the yellow of FM, the green of VHF, the blue of UHF, the violet of microwave, And by God's given choice, broadcasts humanity's voice. A Photon vibrating faster glows thermoluminescent
in the red of warm, in the orange of hot, in the yellow of burning, in the blue of searing, Energizing and baking life's mesh like Holy radiance warming our nephesh. A Photon vibrating faster beams iridescent with: rubescence, ochrescence, flavescence, virescence, cærulescence, violescence, And showers the world with eye-stunning shades and hues as God's immanence showers with questions and truths. Vibrating faster, past visibility and back into invisibility, A Photon glows ultraviolescent: ghostly red and orange, spirit yellow and green, specter blue and violet, fluorescing in the dull, colorless dark, the invisible heat burning the pale, As God's hope shines out in the deepest dark and leaves us ever marked. A Photon vibrating faster radiates X-escence,
giving in-sight to structure and bone, morphing bit by bit the cells of life, Like God's understanding, penetrating to the core, opening, ever opening, a new door. A Photon vibrating faster projects gammaescence, peering to the very being, transmutgenic quantum, seed changer, egg mutater ... And then God's grace renews if only we see the cues. A Photon vibrating fastest of all radiates through the Cosmos, a messenger of the unknowing known to the unknown beyond, As Divine light arrives in our days out of the mysterious haze.
Like a sponge, time and space Soaks up God's electromagnetic grace. Divine immanence every event holds As each in radiance unfolds And the amniotic membrane of luminernity Unfolds materiality and eternity: Photons stream in parallel lanes and run From the pale blue sky, a bridge to the sun -- Just out of reach -- wouldn't you know? Through a green leafy branch hanging low, A reflection in the dewy air, Shimmering, færie faire. Beyond the real into the really real, Deep into being's commonweal, I step upon it, that immaterial specter, Visible in the midst of material nectar. And behold ... The sunlight embrilliates the leaves And through them radiates and weaves The eternally implied zoogenic flame To express God's love and fame: My luminernal mind sees, absorbed by the leaves, The timeless, spaceless quanta, ordinary, yet santa, That turns the inorganic into their food -- unintentionally (?) for our good. Turning the carbon dioxide they breathe, to the oxygen they bequeath, With the water they drink, from the weather so linked, Through chlorophylic conversion, to the organic sugar dispersion, 6CO2+6H2O+(light+chlorophyll)->C6H12O6+6O2 The host self-nourishes and becomes ... nourishment for herbivores, which nourish omnivores And so on up the biosphere life comes. And even electromagnetic grace Frees the water to green nature's face: Infrared heats the sea and ocean And sends the atmosphere into commotion -- Evaporated water raises to cooler planes And condenses out and rains -- To soak the good field And feed the biogenic yield. Now I stand upon the spectrum, Shimmering like fairy electrum, Feeling the soul-warming light, Showered in its colors bright, Baptized into its zootic hope, Seeing at once the cosmic scope: The Spirit, like the massless, timeless Photons, Weaves me, nature, e'en th' automatons Into a continuum of interpenetrated body-souls Ever evolving towards converging goals. I step off into the garden of fertility -- of luminernal accessibility -- Of green on green, leaves on leaves, trees by trees, Rustling in the soft breeze. Bloody flowers dropped, the tree of the Cross Is now all green rejoicing its redeemed loss. And there, dropping its fruit, is the tree of Paradise, Not past, but forward in evolution's sacrifice. The forsythia thickly verdant, cryptoxanthic, The tomatoes fruity leaves and œnanthic, The tiger lily arched sunward, summer purifier, The onion tops promising sweet fire, The pachysandra, emerald cover, All express our one true lover. The grassy, bristly ground of being, Tranquilly unbound and freeing, Upholds the garden of luminernity In light's sempiternity. But amidst the iridescence, There emerges an opalescence: Cluster together, the fiery orange marigolds, The pansies red, purple, striped & bold And the ruby snapdragons blooming spire, All bloom in prismatic choir, In diverse chromatic actuality, Verdure's rainbow potentiality, Each known by its particularity, All within one unitarity, Woven together by God's kenotic action, Immanent in electromagnetic interaction, All given access, mutation by mutation, Towards God's lure, adaptation by adaptation.
Into my garden pregnant Wisdom appeared, Concrescing, shimmering, finally cleared. She reached out to me, radiant beauty, Her hand out stretched and sooty. "Come, look in your garden," said she, "It grieves." she knelt and thrust her hands into the leaves. She revealed a log and heaving, overturned it. "Here, is life-consuming dissolution. Discern it!" There underneath, the unnatural thrived In a pit, formless and light deprived, The rotten splinters crawled with maggots And slugs slithered over the charred faggots. There, so long denied, my garden dissolved Into pitch and its matrix devolved: Above us in the distance, the blue sky thundered, Rolled, rumbled, tearing serenity asunder. And now I could see the box leaden, Enclosing my garden, Being now deaden. Around me brilliance was no more -- Long gone was the radiance I knew before. Not the brightness of luminernity, But of materiality without eternity -- Only my light from within shone, Absorbed by the lead, the world disowned. And so I simply walked through the Implicate, My awareness was consumed solely by the Explicate. Again the sky roared and the cloudy horses Thundered and threatened with alien forces. I cowered at the explosive sound And thought the world hell bound. As it subsided again I stood And shone all that I could. I dare not weaken or ossify, For if I did my garden would die. Yet my light dulled and drained, No longer replenished and sustained. My evolution towards the Divine Was postponed by my spiritual decline. The churning heavens split apart. Again I retreated with racing heart -- BUt was trapped in this dooméd hour. Then, then a bolt of electromagnetic power Struck my box of consuming death And seared and melted its featureless lead. I stood naked in the torrential rain, Exposed, unprotected in the violent terrain. Around I could see other leaden boxes And th' abandoned, sicken by our poxes. Now, I beheld how each box sucked The light from people, trouble-strucked, Denied opportunity, cheated of choice, Neglected to addiction to truncate their voice. In the drenching, cleansing, downpour, I heard a voice, I'd no longer ignore: "Cease thinking you can make what fulfills. If you want only what God wills, Then you will have eternal life and peace In the midst of struggle and caprice." I stepped out of my ruinéd garden And among the people found my pardon -- I bent low to help them till And there found my domicile. Lo, my mind and soul shed their shrouds And Wisdom's Light broke through the clouds; Miscarriage prevented, her labor once again steady, We are nourished by her discernment, milky and bready.
O Christ, the preexistent Word Whose Light is eternally heard, You radiate through the Universe And ignorance and blindness disperse. O Holy Mystery, in our electromagnetic ocean of virtual photonic locomotion, in every event and particle, in each act and article, Your Light embraces our every emotion: We live in the shadow of our despair, rooted in our self-prayer -- as if we are the engine of spectronic vibration and can shine by self-generation. So we are become a people luminously unaware. But if we open our souls and minds and remove our agenda's blinds, Your Light will flood into us and propel Your amniotic blood into us -- Everywhere and everywhen. What wonderful finds! O Holy Spirit, in our conviction Your Light as gentle as Spring's new heat and as harsh as th' apocalyptic judgment seat Comforts us in our affliction And afflicts us in our comfort -- Your gentle hands, the others of God's Midwife Are guiding our fœtal cosmos in labor's strife To the welcoming light of the Basilé, The consummation of our gestating way, Our apocalyptic birth into luminernal life. Your shining hands that blind us -- But towards You have inclined us with love and nails, from Sin's too many jail -- Are our spiritual transformers and our Spirit's warmers. O Holy Wisdom, Your Light emanates from th' invisible reaches of creation and through it Your presence liberates us from sightless alienation. You shine in the face of every sentience and created. In them, we can see askance Your grace, if we just believe beyond the explicated. Everywhere materiality is imbrued with invisible færie mood, as mushrooms in a ring are thanes about the fairy-king, as Queen Mab is the verdant ground of the garden flower-crowned. From the singular start of everything when the Big Bang roiled and churned, Your Light is the common string as Your presence we discern interconnecting all into one visioning. O Holy Purity, Your beauty reflects through Math's pure and perfect forms Your Love's free and demanding norms in our soaring intellects: Your aura illuminates our beings and opens our eyes to true reality, unchaining us for clearly seeing life in whimsicality -- Your Enlightenment lodges in our Imagination The fertile garden of our and Yours co-creation. Like a candle in a quiet room Your gentle flame dispels the gloom whenever it smother's our days, wherever it consumes our ways. In Your flickering luminous sheet of the soft glow of serenity and the metamorphic warmth of heat You invite us to Your amenity. Your thermochromatic rainbow makes visible Your inner glow and embraces our souls in its spirit-giving coals. O Holy Phôs, Your Light is our Way, Our Guide, our Hope to the Basilé
©2001, John A. Mills
With influence from Lawrence W. Fagg's Electromagnetism and the Sacred: At the Frontiers of Spirit and Matter and The Physical Undercurrent of Life's Evolution