Studio of Beginnings

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for beginnings,
the admission of something new,
like a chia seed—tiny and shiny,
like childbirth—messy and excruciating,
or silent, like the first pink of a sunset.

Blessed are You
for perpetual newness.
Always You are
making
breathing
speaking beginnings,
and perhaps Your favorite studio
is a human being,
multiplicity of newness.

Blessed are You,
Lord our God,
King of the Universe,
for the never-stale freshness of beginnings.
Like yeast You expand us,
and we become fragrant.
The bread of You gives us life
for yet another beginning.