Listen. Do you hear it?— The sound of Creation Left speechless before this: The oddity of existence. Lean in your ear closer and discover All of nature enraptured with muted reverence— Held in breathless suspense and marveling forever that Where there should be absolutely nothing, Here we are, the many offspring of this grand enigma. Listen until the faint echo becomes audible— Until the echo of the Divine Word that erupted and created all things Is heard rippling throughout every particle and every heart in Creation. Listen until all things born out of that Great Outburst are heard reverberating— Endlessly rocking and vibrating from the shockwave of that Sacred Song. Patiently press into the silence. Forgetting time, wait there in the deep, dark stillness, For the whisper of the Still Small Voice— The same Voice that spoke the Word in the Beginning And through which all things were made. Return again and again to the quiet To join with Heaven and Nature in speechless and enraptured awe Before the One who conceived this cosmos out of nothing And brought about the Miraculous Birth of all things. Go there to listen for the Voice That first called into the infinite sea of darkness And commanded the Light of the World to rise up Out of the abyss of eternal nothingness and set into motion— The Dawning of All Moments And the Genesis of all we now see before us.
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