The sun will climb its way down sky’s ladder and evening will ascend. Crested upon its coming will be Rosh Hashanah and a new year, 5781. Clay was cast on this day, many twinkles and twilights ago.  All was awakened and awed by the beginning of His works.  The entirety patterned uniquely with the evidence and eternity of clay’s Creator and breath’s Bringer. But before the beginning, in moments or millenniums preceding, something was fashioned.  Wisdom was woven. A pattern found form. The Lord possessed me at the beginning of His creation, before His works of long ago. Proverbs 8:22 CSB  The Lord made me as He began His planning, before His ancient activity commenced.  Proverbs 8:22 ISB

Rosh Hashanah is not a commemoration of first day and world sprung, as much as a call for us to live as if we originated there and bear the seed of that soil.  For that clay still clings to us, we are ruddy with the recognition of that day, on this day.  In every day since.

It is not just what Elohim created that marks us, but the how of the creating.  He surrendered us subtly sown with a pattern not obvious unless heart aims deep and wide for the unifying of the entire work.  Close inspection ...
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Cessor Journals | September 18, 2020