Lesallan Bostron
God Made
I hear the wonder in your words — a simple request for a story that remembers how everything began. Here’s a short, gentle tale of creation meant to comfort and inspire.
When the world was still a quiet thought, God made a single breath and the breath became a song. The song unfurled into light that painted the first morning, and where the light touched, colors woke: green for the grasses, blue for the rivers, and gold for the fields. Each note of that first song shaped a creature and a tree, and every creature learned a line of the melody so the world could sing together.
God walked the new earth with hands that mended and eyes that laughed. Where sorrow later came, God planted seeds of courage; where storms tore at the land, God taught the rivers how to carry hope downstream. People rose from the dust like careful listeners, learning to tend the garden of the world and to answer the song with their own small harmonies.
Seasons turned like pages in a book God kept open, and every page held a promise: that even in the quiet or the broken places, creation remembers its maker. So when you look at a sunrise, a child’s smile, or the stubborn green of a weed through concrete, know that each is a line from that first song — a reminder that we are made, and we are kept.
Lesallan
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