Little Gardener

"Let us make..."

I stood breathless, watching, as by the power of His Word He spoke into existence an entire living universe, an ocean of sprawling galaxies, teeming with bright stars, humming with spinning planets, roaring with swirling seas, and... a little gardener and his wife. To my great astonishment I found them just like us; different, yes, but somehow the same. Different in form, power, and certainly dominion, but made of the same stuff—the same real material—as we, as I. As if the idea from which our form was drawn had been re-imagined for this new world.

All this, and from only a Word.