The Dawn Unfolded
before the hour was counted,
Before the dust of time was stirred,
Silence clothed the deep—
A darkness without measure,
Waiting.
Then a Voice broke the stillness,
A word sharper than stone.
“Let there be…”—
And the void shuddered,
Splintered into radiance.
Light leapt like a river,
Dividing shadow from itself.
Evening bowed to morning,
And the first day rose, newborn.
Waters heaved,
Gathered by unseen hands;
Oceans fell into their hollows,
Clouds crowned the sky,
And the firmament spread its azure tent.
Earth unfurled green garments—
Seeds bursting, trees lifting praise,
Grasses bending in chorus
To the rhythm of the wind.
The heavens wheeled with fire:
Sun blazing for the day,
Moon a silver sentinel for the night,
Stars like scattered sparks
To remind the wanderer
That eternity keeps watch.
From the deep came life:
Scaled thunder, feathered song,
Creatures that ran, that soared, that swam—
Each a syllable
In the great hymn of becoming.
And last, from dust refined by breath,
A figure rose,
Eyes lit with borrowed flame.
In that gaze
The heavens saw themselves reflected,
And the earth knew its keeper.
Thus the world was sung into being,
Verse by verse,
Until the seventh silence fell—
A holy rest,
The heartbeat of creation still echoing
In every dawn.

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