El [Part I]
I. El Shaddai — God Almighty Of him by which the galaxies form in the vapour of his breath— a word spoken and the world fleshed out of a void into a wonder of light. Mountains erupt and oceans skip like lambs. Seated, on a throne above all earthly, he governs in royal prestige. His government is the heavens and he commands all without under one jurisdiction. O sovereign KING of Kings! Even the seraphim bow in dread. Everything here is proof of a divinity that transcends the breadth of time and translates the geometry of space. He who wears glory like an apparel— glistening jewels and bespectacled raiments. O Most High, the sky is His footstool. II. El Olam — The Eternal God He sits at the beginning and the end of time yet, he has no beginning nor end. Timeless like a clock that doesn’t tell time. Rhetoric—the mystery hidden in mysteries, he is the secret that cannot be divulged. He who hides himself with himself in himself like a silhouette wrapped in a garment of light. Who comprehends your mindscape? Who knows you more than yourself? You, a question to an answer that questions an answer. Uncrackable Rubik’s cube of mystery. Also Read: God’s Eternal Valentine III. El Roi — He Who Sees He who sees even in secret. He is the Watchman in the Lighthouse Hill, keeping watch. He who needs no binoculars to see beyond and farther into the future. What is the focal length of his eyesight? He who sees the universe all at once. No hidden thing in the eyes of the all-Seer. He who sees before the beginning and beyond the end. IV. El Hannora — The Awesome God At your feet, the Stars worship. A hundred billion Angels sing in psalms and hymns, instruments of harps, flutes and lyres, a bass so sharp it could cut the air in half, in their throats— throbbing panegyric of worship. The Seas roar his greatness. Everything exists to celebrate his royal highness. A hundred billion creatures captured under his breath. V. El Yeshuatenu — God of our salvation Wounded for our transgressions, bruised for our iniquities, stripped for our healing and chastised for our peace—the light of the world hung on a tree. His sacrifice, a gift of grace. Our Goshen — where the darkness is washed into light, and honey saturates the rivers.
