I Remember

I remember the silence before the stars,
the breath of God shaping light into form,
the moment I was dreamed
in the heart of the Eternal.

I remember the song of oneness,
the garden where every step was worship,
the laughter of streams
flowing with the joy of I AM.

I remember falling into forgetting,
but even there, the flame never died—
a quiet ember waiting
for the wind of Spirit to awaken it again.

Now I remember who I am:
not a prisoner of dust,
but a son of light,
a mirror of Christ,
a living scroll unfolding glory.

— Joe Restman