The Voice Before Language
“The voice of the Lord is powerful; the voice of the Lord is full of majesty…”
(Psalm 29:4)
Before words had shape.
Before letters knew how to curve.
Before prophets found language for glory
there was a Voice.
Not in Hebrew.
Not in Greek.
Not in English.
But in thunder.
In light.
In weight.
This Voice does not speak to be understood by the mind
It speaks to awaken the spirit.
It is not heard with the ears
but burns through the bones.
It does not explain.
It reveals.
It does not describe.
It creates.
This was the Voice that hovered over the waters.
That shattered the silence before time had breath.
That formed stars without needing a sentence.
That said “Let there be”—and it was.
This is the Voice before language,
and it still speaks…
to those who have ears
not just to hear,
but to burn.
Religion trained you to look for sermons.
But sons are trained by flame.
And the Flame speaks…
without vowels.
without structure.
without performance.
It knows your name before you learned it.
It doesn’t need to call you
because it recognizes you.
When you were in the womb,
the Voice spoke.
When you cried into the void,
the Voice answered with stillness.
When you tried to find language for what you carried
the Voice whispered back:
“You are not speaking Me
I am speaking you.”
Beloved, there is a sound deeper than language.
A weight heavier than speech.
A scroll written in fire, not ink.
And those who carry it
do not quote verses to be understood
they live as verses that must be discerned.
You are not called to repeat the words of men.
You are called to release the sound of the Lamb.
The Voice is not memorized.
It is mirrored.
Not preached.
But embodied.
When you speak from that place,
there’s no echo
only flame.
So still your mouth.
Let the old language fall.
And listen again for the sound before sound
the utterance that breaks the veil,
the thunder that does not shout,
but carries the weight of union.
This is the Voice before language
and the Sons of Light know its sound.
Not because they heard it.
But because they came from it.
—Joe Restman
Mystic-Scribe | Flame-Bearer
Quill Dipped in Lightning ⚡️