In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was with God in the beginning. Through him all things were made; without him nothing was made that has been made. In him was life, and that life was the light of all mankind.
A Word in the silence
Light in the darkness
One single ember scatters a blaze — millions of sparks,
Each a sun, a planet — glowing into light-years of space.
A Word births galaxies, spins orbits, sets morning stars singing,
Light giving life.
Somewhere a small blue-green ball sees its first sunrise.
Time as He counts it — all times are now — streams by,
shimmering light and encroaching dark
a Star slips to earth,
shines from the misty eyes of a newborn.
Stars spin, galaxies dance,
the Light flashes to the corners of our soul-darkness.
Eons, moments, till the Light extinguishes the darkness
with a Word cried from a cross,
splits the borders of death with Light
deafens the silence with the Word.
Planets spiral, stars rise and set,
Light blasts through clinging blue-green shadows
with the voice of the Angel,
the trumpet-Word of God.
Morning rays of a million nebulae flash
A forever-day, never night again.
The Word made flesh, God from the beginning;
before stars dawned in Orion’s belt,
before the singing of planets,
before any shadow fell,
before we — less than sparks
in the eons-long conflagration of space —
before we saw the Light of His glory,
God, first, last, and forever,
For the Light shines in the darkness, and the darkness cannot overcome it.