Chronicle 1: Poems 1-3

I. Before the Dawn

(Sung)

Before the sky, before the stone,

Before the wind learned how to moan,

There was the Voice, unknown, alone—

The High King on His unseen throne.

He sang, and darkness split apart,

And light poured out like a beating heart.

Through breath and tone the realms were cast,

From word and song, creation amassed.

II. The Realms Were Woven

(Spoken)

He shaped three realms with hand and will:

The Heavens high, serene and still,

The Earth below, where men would reign

The sky between was the celestial domain

To Day and Night, He gave the skies,

And crowned with flame their watching eyes.

To Man He gave the fragrant loam,

To walk with Him and call it home.

The stars ignited, soft and high,

And wove their music through the sky.

Their dance above was pure and sweet,

They spun in joy with flaming feet.

III. The Voice to the Celestial Courts

(Sung)

“To thee, O Day, My torch I give—

The flame by which the worlds will live.

Rise radiant, strong, and bold of face,

To flood the earth with warmth and grace.

Awaken rivers, stir the seas,

Unfurl the leaves upon the trees.

Be song for labor, shield ‘gainst strife,

The beating heart that quickens life.

To thee, O Night, My breath I send,

A quiet veil where souls may mend.

Spread gentle peace o’er weary lands,

And cradle them in tender hands.

Guard secret dreams, keep silence whole,

Restore the body and the soul.

But be a haven, calm and deep,

Where sorrow folds its wings to sleep.

In thee, My mercy will abide,

A softer strength where hearts confide.

To thee, O Stars, My song I weave,

That all the ages might believe.

Proclaim the times, declare the years,

Foretell of laughter, warn of tears.

Guide wanderers who walk the plain,

And sailors tossed upon the main.

In every spark, My voice is sown,

Each light, a fragment of My own.

Through thee, the endless heavens sing,

The boundless hymn of Me, their King.”