The voice emerged from the depths of the darkness that suffused the void and empty earth. He had always been there. This voice was before even the earth was formed or framed. It was the voice of the Architect.
From the womb of Love He had conceived of a people. This was the first of many phases in the Architect’s grand plan. He saw it all as one singular act… an act born of Love. It would start with the cry of a lamb offered for the ones to come. It would be a cry that as a lion’s roar would rage through the foundations of the earth.
The echo would never grow faint nor fade beneath the din of darkness.
There was silence.
One could hear the fluttering of wings. The Spirit had always been there. Silent… Brooding… Surveying…
He spoke… “Light be”
