Silence hung, heavily holy, in the wait for its breaking, for the coming of the first day.  Suspended by nothing, it received the first breeze of all things.  Whisper and whirlwind came upon breath of God.

“Yehi,” said He.  Let there be light. Let light be, here.  These the first spoken words of God.  A vapor from which time, space, matter and light came.  Four constructs, without which we would be incapable of existing. Four things in few words that are the foundational sustenance  upon which all life depends. An expression of desire for us to be, breathe and bear His mark.

He must have known, being glory and good, that when light is present, life remembers from whence it came.

Yehi is not an “it is finished” phrase but an “it has begun” beckoning.  First breath of first days.  God didn’t complete light, He created it.  This was the first release of His image.  For it to be born, there would need to be bearers. Light would need to be borne. There was nothing before Him.  No thing. Then light.  Birthed before sun, moon and star were there to carry it.  Before sun opened like a flower, a blooming star full of His generosity and before moon waxed and waned with shofar and sickle for seasons, ...
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Cessor Journals | June 26, 2020