The Two Workers
Your spirit fellows, each by each,
Made have we, I and you
My Master Worker by My side,
Up here in heaven—soon will you know
Just why say I “up here”—made each
As by Me alone made were you.
Played have we all.
Worked have we all.
This say I to you,
My Master Worker firstborn,
To prepare your heart for action.
My measured courage did you feel
As made I power, love, and wisdom
With wills harmonious with my own?
A measured fear did you feel
In the sharing in the making
Of these discretions
With intellects disparate
In circumferences of self control?
Contentment in the joy of life
Learned have we, I and you.
Thank you I for your help.
Offered you I in love the privilege—
My gift to you and yours to Me.
Now,
Courage let us rally up
So to make a place called “down below,”
In contrast to “up here,”
A new creation through and for us,
Of wholly new essence made
In complexity rich
While holding in potential
The unseen as at first.
Done is the beginning,
With my thanks to you.
Time let pass have we
To relax and take instruction.
So twinkle the stars, do they not?
Softly cool the planets
With matter light and heavy
Endowed with properties galore.
The Earth left we overspread with water
And enshrouded with heavy cloud,
Working matter with regard to its traits.
So now let we the light leak through
According to my word, “Let there be light,”
Calling it an evening and a morning,
A first Day,
Our way of saying how we rule time
As well as substance.
Launch we a sum of water
To make a ring above,
Calling the cloudy air
Between the waters
The Sky, a second Day.
And now with a gentle lift
Jut we Land above the Sea,
Giving time for Land to break
And move within the Sea.
More work remains,
Such as letting the sky go blue.
So now, Master Worker at My side,
Wish I the new creation
To unleash its hidden charm,
Its gift of life to yield up
Which without our hand it will not do.
Each separately not shall we make
As up here have we done,
But rather, each kind shall we make
From which the many will populate
By motions stemming from our careful start—
The generations to be called “shoots of grass”
And “seedlings of trees,” also “cubs of bears”
And “fawns of deer,” down the line—
With Me work and see.
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