A canticle of the heart

In the beginning, I was nothing; in my nothingness, I came to be. I exist. But not by my own making do I exist. For, how can nothing produce something? 

Love hath created me. Hath God never been Love, I would never ever exist. But God is Love and I do exist. 

And this God-Love has taken notice of me, a forgotten nothingness that I used to be and an imperfection that I have been. Holy is His Name!

Ah, even before my existence began, I already existed. I existed in the Heart and Mind of God. For, He loved and thought well of me even before He created me, Alleluia!

And, then, I came into being. I live. Not for me do I live, but for Him Who does love me. 

I am nothing without Love. Love will perfect me.  

Forever will I sing praises to Love's Mercy; forever will I thank Mercy for His Love for me.