In the Beginning

At first was darkness, silent, vast, and deep,
A boundless void where time had yet to start.
The heavens lay in unawakened sleep,
No breath of life, no pulse, no beating heart.

Then spoke the Word, and light broke forth in flame,
A golden dawn that pierced the endless night.
The cosmos stirred, obedient to its name,
And chaos bent before the birth of sight.

The waters trembled, waiting to divide,
As Spirit moved upon their shadowed face.
From void to form, the elements complied,
And order rose to claim its rightful place.

Thus from the dark, creation’s song was sung,
And earth was born, forever fresh and young.