In the Begin. . . .

A sound sounds
and, sounding, rises,
rises sounding loud,
loud as the beginning,
a beginning that is but noise
a noise named God.
And God is the sound,
a sound full
of its rising, that sounds
a sound that wants an articulate
for the inarticulate rumble
of a sounding, a sounding
empty of sound
but the sounding of Unsound
making merely a Word.

Daft as it may seem, what prompted this poem was not John 1, nor the ancient Genesis 1, but Hebrews 11. Even more daft, is that this poem was composed in its entirety between 8:30AM and 8:15 this very day in response to the RPD Prompt sound.