Eä's Redemption by AaronAzrael

The Ainur's Acoustic Adjustment

How could it possibly be conveyed
how gratitude of first breath thrilled;
eyes unlocked the soul's own faith
that itself slowly inspired revealed.

Coming into being for the first time.
Despite the homogenous past
where nothingness was entwined
with the Flame's immortal blast.

A bit of a pain, wasn't it?
To become a spark of a monad.
For birth would also permit
nostalgia of oblivion in God.

The first thought of the I AM,
a diamond descending double spirals,
while past's nothingness was... hm?
first time alive, forgetting the arrival.

The shape was an illusion of sinking
deep into dimensions where forms
were the fate of the Avatar unblinking,
yet estranged of immutable norms.

Their souls the size of a dragonfly,
so delicate, provoking pity and mercy,
for when you overpowered the tiniest guy,
their immortality became priority per se.

Such a small orb of concentrated force,
of their childhood of awakening maturing,
and whenever they'd open Ea's doors,
they shouldn't be pushy but enduring.

For Eru granted them his own design,
to each a piece of elemental impetus,
and once they'd learn how to combine
the effort of their piece of mind and trust,

they'd be the Rulers of the World,
its Primordial Forces and Collective Driver,
yet... new eyes... what have I heard?
Ages would pass by until they'd decipher.

Each fatigue to reach out
would make them cooperatively skilled,
fragile, never rushed or too loud,
yet obfuscated sight in waves instilled

imperceptible submersion so aquatic
of sound waves interference,
each attempt to listen was empathic,
until at one point ~ new bodily coherence.

This is how they swayed in transparency,
in some etheric state of airlike sleep,
sharp thoughts and astral visions in sea
of celestial telepathy, into the deep.

Their common harmony grew,
as they sang in tolerant transmissions,
and then it took place. The dew!
... And Eru gathered them for their mission.