Cry

The light filled the world, and it was good.

“Is this you? Has the Word now come not just to our ears but to our eyes as well?!” I cried.

A choir drew closer each second, their melodies rang the air.

“I raise myself to you, three that are one, I raise myself to be judged as myself.” I cried.

The light brought peace; the song brought life.

“Guide us to your heart and open it to us, your mortal reflections.” I cried.

The light felled the world, and it was called good.