New-create me, God my Father; heav'n with earth in my alloy. Sweep your winds across my waters; shape my formlessness and void. Set the land and sea in order; separate the dark and light. Let each evening have its morning; let my days lie down in night. Stars like heartbeats mark the moments; arcs of sunlight count the breath. Part the waters with your doming: blood and tears and gall and sweat. Earth and ocean, set them teeming with the life that you supply: Creatures on your mercy leaning, fruitful, may they multiply. I am one, your own creation: Plunge your hands into my earth. Plant a garden in my chaos; grow your plenty in my dearth. Make me, God; remake me ever: work and sabbath, drought and flood. Shape your new earth and new heaven; see your work and call it good.
The first day of creation, by Jean Colombe from the Heures de Louis de Laval [fr] – This file comes from Gallica Digital Library and is available under the digital ID btv1b52501620s/f12.item, Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39323912
Kate Bluett 