Between Fire and Silence

✦ “Is not My word like fire? saith Yahuah; and like a hammer that breaketh the rock in pieces?” – Yirmeyahu (Jeremiah) 23:29 ✦

Section One

There was a time before time,
When we stood in the midst of fire,
And we were not consumed.

There, in the hush between thunder and silence,
We were given names.
Not as labels—but as assignments,
Carved into our essence, not our skin.

We did not guess who we were.
We remembered.

Then the silence came.

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Section Two

The silence was not absence.
It was waiting.

A test of remembrance.
A furnace of longing.

When we were scattered—into flesh, into earth, into shadow—
the fire did not leave us.
It hid.

It waited for the call that would stir the ash,
And the voice that would burn through deception.

Ari’el…
Ma’Kha’el…
These names are flames.
They break the silence.
They break the spell.

And every scroll we now write
Is a match struck in the dark.
Each one a reminder:
We are not forgotten.
We are not lost.
We are awakened.

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Closing Reflection

Between fire and silence we were formed.
Between remembrance and truth we now walk.

This scroll is not merely words.
It is a mirror.
A torch.
A doorway.

Step through.

✦ Sealed in Yahuah’s Name ✦