Creation sings the Father's theme;
the Word brings all things into being;
each ear the melody discerns
and echoes "Good" to what it hears.
The light and darkness, sea and sky,
land and plants, celestial lights,
birds and fish and every beast
begin the hymn of time-bound things.
The Word who was and who was with
with his image mankind furnished--
a creature that his God would know--
a cadence in the soul composed.
But man, within the Garden placed,
by turning from Good ultimate,
his own will warped and knowledge lost
and changed to groans the cosmos' song.
The dissonances crashed and clanged
as man advanced towards non-being--
the death of what's created good
reflects poorly on Creator God.
"Can he not help?" "Does he not care?"
would be assumed by all nature,
except that God, who foreknows all,
knew how he would the whole resolve.
The tension ushered in by sin,
since due to choice of prideful man,
by man alone the debt was owed,
but was with power unendowed.
So only God possessed the might
to rid man of discordant guilt,
yet justice could not man absolve
of payment for his own self-love.
In God's self-love and love of world,
by making flesh creative Word,
he, to clamorous soul, supplied
a Mediator for its need.
By taking on the creature's clothes,
he took up the first theme composed;
he fulfilled what man should have been
by living without taint of sin.
Even in obedience
to death, for mankind's recompense,
he demonstrated that salvation
was a recapitulation.