🕯 “Before the Sun” - Poem

 

🕯 “Before the Sun”

Before the sun rose blazing gold,
A whisper stirred the silent fold,
The void was deep, the night was still,
Until the Voice declared His will:

“Let there be light.”
And light there came—
Not born of star, nor forged by flame,
No sun to rise, no moon to wane,
But glory pulsed through Eden’s frame.

It was not heat, nor burning fire,
But presence wrapped in calm attire—
A robe of light, unmade, unbound,
That touched the waters and the ground.

No shadows cast, for none could hide
From One who dwelled on every side.
The Light was He, the primal breath,
The Word that woke the dust from death.

He was the day before the days,
The spark that sings through all our ways.
And though the stars would later spin,
Their glow is but a trace of Him.

The bush that burned yet was not done,
A flicker of the Holy One.
So too, Day One—a kindled flame—
Where time and space first learned His name.

So know, O soul, when skies are bright,
The world began not with the light
You see with eyes—
but with the face
Of Him who lights all time and space.