Birth: A Creation Story

Before light, there was the darkness. An empty space, four bare walls. Why or how the story began I do not know, but here you are.

It’s the hidden places that bear the greatest treasure. Cracked open like a geode, I am different now. Like any vehicle of cosmic (or divine) transformation, the suffering was multilayered. A death of plans. A humbling of ego — and core strength. I didn’t know where I was going or who I would meet there, but I ended up in a dark room at midnight, understanding that to yield was to survive.

I thought I was alone, but in growing you a home I found my own. Light came forth when they placed you on my chest, and in the weight of you was the weight of the whole world. I didn’t feel; I had just endured enough of that. This was truer than a feeling. Instant recognition. A language locked somewhere deep inside of me that I suddenly could speak.

I whispered to you, “We did it. We did it.”

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Creation can take minutes or a lifetime. It’s a ceaseless wonder, how what’s new is always forming. Beyond the breaking is the building. From great depth comes a world of color,

when the light hits.