I stand at the edge of time.
An ethereal voice pierces the empty universe with His song. Earth and stars, like tiny diamonds fall from unseen hands, spinning into galaxies.Now a bass aria. “Let there be light.” He paints the dawn, gilding each garden leaf with gold. Tendrils of grass merge to form a velvet carpet where trees and flowers unfold from the ground, stretching stems and branches upward.
To a fugue of heavenly voices, an eagle floats across a virgin sky. A dolphin bursts with glee from sapphire waves. In the distance a lion roars. A bee hums.
Voices join the anthem of creation. The first man wakes from slumber to find woman, benediction of creation at his side.
I will leave, before the lament of my era begins, and travel to the very end of time.
There, the Creator sits upon the throne and receives the Alleluia of all His creatures.
I bow and join the song.