Just as, in aeons past, the divine fiat
pierced the silent abyss of nihil
and actualized all that is . . .
Just as the holy voice heralded,
not just a, but the beginning,
and it was so . . .
Just as, from the womb of time,
he summoned the light,
and, with a word, sent darkness into retreat . . .
So, in the fullness of time,
an infant’s cry pierced the silent Judean night,
and the world was born again,
the story began once more,
and darkness surrendered.
This time for good.