WHEN THE SILENCE BEGAN TO SING

First came the end of sound. Even the wind forgot its voice. The rivers halted mid-prayer, and the stars dimmed as if listening for something holier than themselves. Then — out of stillness — a note rose. Not from heaven, not from earth, but from the space between heartbeat and eternity. It was not a song made of words, but of understanding. Every sorrow, every forgiveness, every everything that has ever been. The silence was not the absence of God — it was His remembering. And when He exhaled again, light returned, and the universe began anew — this time, singing.