Once upon a time,
Before the world was Spoken into stone,
When all was fluid
When to Speak was to Make,
And the only limits on what Is
Was what one thought Could Be
That was my time,
When although I had no Name,
I Named that which Could Be or Was,
Making it that which Is instead
And those I Named men
Looked up upon me from that which I Named the Earth,
And wondered
"How could this be? That we are here,
And He is above us - how were we Made?"
And so they Named me, each people of Man unto their own thoughts,
And with the Name each gave me,
Came a Nature to fit it.
For one people, I was Named into one who roared in the Thunder,
For another a Vengeful Father,
For still others merely one who gave Law
But all called me something,
And broke me into pieces,
Some of whom warred with each other
In the name of the those who had cut the divine Whole into Pieces
Their blood watered the land,
And while some pieces of me exulted,
Others wept, or died along with their people