Vanquished

Chashak had known only Light. He was Light’s creation and resided only in His presence. Each street he walked remained a stranger to Light’s absence. Yet while wearing light’s splendor as his raiment, pridefully he planted new seeds within his own being. There they found nurturing soil. And as their fruit grew, twisting, turning within, he exchanged the name gifted him at his creation. Casting Haylel, Morning Star, aside, as he caste aside his Creator, he gave birth to a new identity. Darkness was born!

And Darkness strove with Light. Attempted to overthrow it. Created to leadership, the newborn Chashak used his skills until a third of the heavenlies shared his name, and his destiny.

The separation of light and darkness knew its beginning then, there in the celestial courts.

But Chashak could not dim, could not hide the Light there in the court of his Creator. The King’s reign and realm stood secure. Neither could Darkness stand in Almighty’s presence and be seen as anything other the twisted being he had become. So he fled the kingdom light that had been his breath, taking darkness with him.

Yet everywhere Chashak lurked Light had gone before, leaving His imprint.

Then he remembered a work he had nearly forgotten. A creation newer than any others. A creation yet without form. Empty. And thinking to sneak there with his minions, Chashak determined to hide Light from this creation’s upturned face. So he cast his pall of darkness about its depths, deceiving only himself.

For there hovered over this new realm the Spirit of Light’s very essence, guarding, protecting all that would be from this pretender and his dark flock.

Chashak’s pretense didn’t last long, caste asunder by four small words borne on the Almighty’s breath.

Let there be light!

With their utterance, Darkness knew an eternal separation. A separation from his pretense. A separation from Light. A separation from Light’s creation.

With a single word, night, the Almighty One laid Chashak’s twisted nature bare in His new naming. Forever delineated from Light’s truth, Night was shown clearly the pretender he had chosen to become.

As further proof of His dominion the Almighty showered His own essence even within this darkened realm. From the heavenlies manifest reflections of Light’s truth would shine forth, bringing light wherever Darkness would try to touch. A light to guide. A light pointing all hearts to Himself.

Light reigning eternal, ever having dominion over darkness.

(Genesis 1: 1-2)

© DeAnna L. Brooks
1 January 2005