A silly story from Mitchell Irby
Old created by his Word.
The day of rest marked something to come.
Old is known in his work, in his Word,
yet beyond matter he remains concealed.
No new thing came since that day,
since resting with his Word.
Yet New still creates and never for good.
New keeps coming and going and sorting creation.
Sorting down to each one, New continues to divide:
One by one, cell by cell,
Adam is reduced to atom.
And once more, atom splits, combusts,
and is no more; creating less.
New is alone
yet goes on creating;
creating in his likeness, his manner, his nature.
He reduces matter, to make it not.
So all is alike:
more simple, more useful, more alone.
This is New’s creation;
where he, the only knower, can reign.
Woe to any who remember,
any who know shame!
For New hates sin as much as Old.
From sin is a knowledge of New’s nature,
whose desire is less, a reaction to more.
New will devour any who remember!
And death leaves them to Old.
But woe to any who Old forgets,
and is not known by his Word!
For the Word knew New, and returned him to shame
to restore matter to its making.
So by the Word, creation resumes with remembrance.
And they were called Knew,
for they were the first to know joy!