SABBATH - A Story of Holy Week
GOD was spent. Expended. Wasted. Left thoroughly empty. All Three could barely keep eyes open. And with a blink, Creation could no longer see God. Anywhere. As if the Birth had killed off the Mother. What had been a hot writhing mass of Life upon life; Change upon change; Day upon night upon day was suddenly a frozen expanse. Embers barely ignited suddenly shivering in an icy void, clutching to them their newborn chicks in constellations of Now; Not Yet; Now What?!
God was dead.
God slept.
Eons passed.
All in a Sabbath. The First.
