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A voice in the dark.
Let there be light. And there was a first day to count.
And they heard the sound of Him, walking in the cool of the day.
BeginBefore the road, the walking. Before the word, the way. We make for those who have not stopped moving — quietly, by hand, on purpose.
Being shaped, unseen. Not yet named.
SoonLet there be light. And there was a first day to count.
In the cool of the day, among the trees — footsteps, and a question.
To a wanderer, a family wider than the night sky.
Two of them were walking. A stranger fell in step. The road has not ended.
“Then their eyes were opened, and they knew Him — and He vanished from their sight.”