Breathing Image, Moving Image: a Poem

In the beginning was the Story, Who shared His story with us.
In the beginning was the Song, Who sang and gave pulse to the creation.
In the beginning was the Image, Who reflects the Father.
In the beginning was the Life, Who brings the pace of shalom.
In the beginning was the Sound, Who calls all to the greater point.
In the beginning was the Color, Who paints the heart to the shade of truth.
In the beginning was the Embodiment, Who is in every way Truth and Love.
In the beginning was the Vision, Who brings sight to the cosmos.
In the beginning was the Organizer, Who orders all things.
In the beginning was the Rhythm, Who brings things in His good time.
In the beginning was the Movement, Who moves all things to His glory.
In the beginning was the Provider, Who gave formlessness all things.
In the beginning was the Light, Who shines form upon the darkness.
In the beginning was the Dramatist, Who enjoys seeing things at play.
In the beginning was the Creator, Who creates still and will create.
In the beginning was God, in and through Whom  all things are made.

May Sight listen to Sound,
May Sound point to Sight,
May Color illuminate Light,
May Light bring attention to Color,
May Vision serve the Story,
May Story make greater the Vision,
May Provider give bread to Steward,
May Steward give hope to Provider,
May Rhythm give life to Assembly,
May Assembly keep up with Rhythm
May the Cast play with the Crew,
May the Crew give credence to Cast,
May Heads encourage the Team,
May Team respect the Heads,
May Traditions give room to Expression,
May Expressions remember Tradition,
May Commerce give provision for Creativity,
May Creativity treat responsibly Commerce,
May Aesthetics hear the advice of Ethics,
May Ethics not suffocate Aesthetics,
May Audience acknowledge Camera,
May Camera respect Audience,

May Pre, Pro, and Post reflect Father, Son and Spirit,
May we remember everyone and everyone else too.

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