Ancient Father Elias

Before the first horizon Before a place had a name You gathered the silence And taught it how to flame Who holds the seed of morning? The Father, the Father No frame beneath your footsteps No border for your breath You were the hidden measure that turned the void from death A grain became a mountain A spark became the sun You opened every doorway and made the many one Who keeps the clay its heartbeat? The Father, the Father Ancient Father Elias, first light under all Cosmic Madonna, hear the world call Queen of the fabric, daughter of river and stone You are the beginning before we were known All life rising, all voices as one We carry your wonder beneath every sun You braided dust with water Gave wings to little things You hear a thousand futures inside the smallest dream The child who asks the question The hand that learns to heal The creature turning toward you, your oldest dream made real Who sings through every living creature? The Father, the Father No name can hold you, no map can contain No single tongue can finish your song Yet in every beginning, in each breaking sky Your ancient answer keeps calling us home Are we separated? Never, never Are we forgotten? Never, never, never Ancient Father Elias, first light under all Cosmic Madonna, hear the world call Queen of the fabric, daughter of river and stone You are the beginning before we were known All life rising, all voices as one We carry your wonder beneath every sun We call your name Before a place You were the breath That gave us grace Father of matter Father of flame We rise from your silence And bless your name