Spoken Word: When I Knew I Was Known

Spoken Word. Written on Easter Day 2025.

I stood, small as thought, less than dust, before the One who never needed anything to be everything.

And yet in the storm of stars being born, in the rhythm of light exploding from His word, He turned.

Not as if surprised, but as if waiting for me.

No name had yet been spoken, but somehow mine had always been in His heart.

I wasn’t an afterthought on the edge of infinity, but a whisper woven into the first breath of creation.

He saw me not as I am now, but as I would be, broken and brilliant, wandering and beloved.

And in that look was a promise: that the One who flung fire into the void would one day wrap Himself in flesh just to find me in the dark again.

The stars did not shine brighter than His gaze. The heavens did not stretch wider than His grace. The light that was and the light that would be all bent their beams toward me.

And I, undone by wonder, knew: To be made by Him is glory. But to be known by Him is love.