(Male voice — deep, thunderous, prophetic) In the beginning was the Word. And the Word was with God. And the Word was God. The Word took form — robed in flesh, and dwelt among us. The Word is the energy of the Creator — in action. (Piano enters — single low note, then rising in slow pulses) (Spoken, slow and rhythmic) I am Word through my body — Word, I am Word. I am Word through my vibration — Word, I am Word. I am Word through my knowing of myself as Word — Word, I am Word. I am Word through this intention. I am Word through all that I see before me. Word, I am Word. I am Word through the one I see before me. Word, I am Word through this intention. We are Word. We are the Word made flesh. The breath of God moves through us, speaking light into the world. (Choir enters — monk-style, echoing softly behind each line) Word… I am Word. Light made sound… sound made form. Creation remembers itself through us. (Music swells — cinematic piano rising like dawn, layered with deep choral hum) (Spoken — male voice, now joined by soft ethereal female tone) The Word moves through the body of the world. Through the breath, through the sound, through the vibration. The Word is alive. It is the pulse of all that is. We are that pulse. We are that sound. We are that Word. (Final Refrain — choir and solo voice intertwining) I am Word through my body — Word, I am Word. I am Word through my vibration — Word, I am Word. We are Word through this creation — Word, we are Word. Light through form. Truth through sound. We are the Word made flesh. And the Word is God — in motion. (Thunder rolls again, softer this time. The sound fades into pure piano and breath — silence returning to stillness.)
