Beginnings
Into the darkness of emptiness, Life was spoken. Was it the thunder of Moses's Sinai, The quake, the fire, the lightning? “Let there be Light!” Into the chaos of nothingness, Order was ordered. Was it the whisper of Elijah's Horeb, The gale, the ship wreck, the storm? “Let there be Peace!” Into the wretchedness of sin, A Son was given. A lotus so fragrant, pure and spotless. Chose a stable, a manger, the smells! Yet, “Let there be Joy!” Into the hiddenness of fig leaves, A Robe was offered. The Lamb was battered, abused, then slain. The cross, gross darkness, eternal separation? No, “Let there be Salvation!” Into the shell of twenty one Time is added. Quiet emptiness of yesteryear… then dawn! Blackness, then purple, crimson, then gold. “Let there be Day!” Into the goblet of pure newness, Thanks is poured. The pain, the shock, the ordinariness, To songs, to prayers, to walking with God. “Let there be Praise!” Yeanoku