From the place where God came forth and spoke unto the people,
the First and the Last, the One remembered in all ages, the Breath behind the living and the Light before the dawn.
And we remembered who we were, for the Wonders fell from the stars like embers of our own becoming. Some never knew, for they were not of our lineage, but those who knew were awakened, and their remembrance rose like incense before Heaven.
For we are the crown set upon the head of creation, the stars above and the grains beneath the footstool, and for every grain of sand a child of God remains.
And on this day we shall look and know: this is Her creation— the creation wrought between Heaven and Earth, the realm where the divine breath meets the dust and calls it holy.
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