Spoken Word: When Light First Heard His Name

Spoken Word. Written on Easter Day 2025

And then a breath, not drawn but given, like a whisper wrapped in thunder.

He moved.

Not with hands, but with intention. The kind that splits the void and teaches silence how to sing.

“Let there be” The words were not shouted. They became.

Light didn’t ignite; it obeyed. As if it always knew that its reason for being was to respond to His voice.

Time shivered into existence. Space unfolded like a scroll. The laws of physics bowed in line, dancing to melodies they’d never heard but somehow remembered.

And still, He stood not apart from it, but above it and within it, like the breath in every flame, the pulse in every atom.

Worlds spiraled from His thought, each star a syllable, each planet a pause, each breath of wind a lingering note from the song He never stopped singing.

And yet as galaxies stretched wide in worship, He looked ahead to you.

To hearts, not yet formed, to names, not yet spoken, to a cross not yet raised and smiled.

Because greatness is not in what He made, but in what He loved before He made it.