A thousand thousand years ago

Your Name whispered around fires in the dark

and chanted beneath the cedars

and sang in work and fellowship and life

until a scribe took up a reed

and hovered, silent—

drop of ink quivering, waiting—

and wrote a Mystery,

the Name heard whispered, chanted, sung.

From a Truth flowed a Name.

From a Name flowed a Story.

From a Story flowed a Book.

From a Book was born a Church.