Have a bundle of cut up newspapers and a hairdryer. The speaker stands s little distance in front of the communion table with is covered in these words cut from the newspaper. Blow the words from the newspaper towards the reader as he or she comes to the line about the word being set free until the word takes on flesh, then create a beat by slapping hands on laps throughout the rest of the passage.
The beginning
well, just before the beginning
in the silence that was the universe
just at the beginning time
the universe discovered it wasn’t alone
or empty
it was just about to be filled
with a word
not just any word like ‘Hello’
or ‘hiyah’
but the word
breathed rather than spoken
a word that contained the stuff of live
waiting to be set free
and it filled the whole of space
all of it
right at the beginning
and from this word
all other words poured out
the poetry of being
the song of existence
the rhythm of life
each word filled with the heartbeat
that set all of life on its course
This breath
this word
was God’s own
God breathed
God inspired
God filled
God given to the world
and spread the recognition of life:
the light;
through the immensity of silence:
darkness,
and the darkness has not yet stopped it
So brimming over with the fullness of life was this word
that it took to itself flesh
a body filled with sacred breath
and lived among us
flesh and bone and God-inspired
but the world
did not know this word
or feel it’s rhythm beat inside
or recognise the life it gave
but yet it beats
and wave upon wave of life
still harmonises
with the pattern of the universe
from that beginning time
to the end time
a word-pattern
a life-beat
beat
beat
beat
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