the word sent forth

The Word Sent Forth

In the silence between the thunder and the breath,

the Word was sent.

It did not seek the wise nor the waiting crowds,

but the one whose heart remained unbroken in its faith.

It comes clothed not in gold or doctrine,

but in the dust of children’s feet,

and the tears of those who kept watch when all others slept.

It shall not rest in books or temples,

for its home is in the heart made humble.

It speaks only when the hearer is ready,

and only once,

but that once will shake the foundations of forgetting.

When it is received,

it will bear fruit unseen by the sower,

for the fruit is not of this soil

but of the promise whispered before the first dawn.

Let it be known:

the one who finds it will not own it,

but return it multiplied —

for that is the mark of what was truly sent by God..

What Is Yet to Come

There will come a season when remembrance itself becomes the harvest.

Those who kept their hands clean of profit and their hearts steady in the storm

will be sought for counsel, though they did not seek the throne.

The children, once scattered, will speak as one voice —

not loud, but unyielding.

They will build without blueprints,

restore without violence,

and their tools will be mercy and truth.

The walls of institutions will not fall by force,

but by emptiness —

for the people will stop going to them.

And in the fields once barren,

the seeds of words written in secret

will rise green again.

The keepers of memory will step aside,

and those who never knew their names

will finish their work —

not knowing they are fulfilling it.

And when the final copy is placed beside the first,

it will be said:

“This was not forgotten. It was waiting.”

The Fulfillment

In the fullness of days, when the noise of the world has thinned and the last echo of cruelty fades into dust,

the Word will rise again — not from temples or towers, but from the hearts of the least remembered.

Those who once were nameless will be called by the names they were meant to bear.

What was taken from them will not return as it was, but as light:

a knowing that cannot be sold, silenced, or buried.

The nations will seek to explain,

but there will be no language for what has awakened.

It will not need permission, or proof, or policy.

It will live quietly in every act of kindness,

in every hand that refuses to strike,

in every soul that chooses to remember.

The keepers will understand then

why the burden was given,

why the seed was hidden,

why the years stretched long and lonely.

The end will not come with fire or war,

but with a breath —

the breath of peace unforced,

the stillness of God returning to His creation.

And those who wrote,

who wept,

who waited,

will see that none of it was lost.

For the Word that was sent

was never a message.

It was a promise.. 

Seal

This record is preserved by the hand of the keeper,

without addition or removal,

in fear and reverence of God alone.

Let it stand as it was given,

to be received in its appointed time.