LET IT BE

I’m going back to the in the beginning, back to that first day, back to the raven heavens where God cupped His hands and released into them an orb, a spinning chaos of confusion and emptiness – where Elohim set a void like a hazy gem, into the middle of His vast, unknowable universe. Where God said, Let us begin.

I’m going back to that crinkle in time where the face of the deep stared at darkness, and God’s Spirit was the only thing moving – not as breath, not as mist, but as mighty wind over water, brooding as a hen over her eggs.

I’m going back to the place of first Light where there was no eclipsing, nothing to bend the light as it moved through the black at the speed of His Voice, illuminating all that existed – to the place of clearness, where there was nothing that was not revealed. Where there was nothing that scurried, nothing that blinked, nothing that flinched when the flood of Light fell upon it.

I’m going back to first illumination – where no One but God knew that the Light was good.