The Waters Divided: Genesis 1:6-8

The second day began with waters everywhere—above, below, all around. The primordial deep still churned, undifferentiated, a world drowned before it was born.

God spoke again: "Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water."

And space opened.

Imagine the waters pulling apart like curtains, an expanse forming between them—waters above held aloft by nothing but the word of God, waters below settling into their appointed depths. The ancient Hebrews called this expanse raqia, something beaten out and stretched like hammered metal, a dome of sky arching over the world.

God called the vault "sky."

The blue we take for granted, the ceiling of clouds, the canvas that would later hold sun and moon and stars—all of it spoken into existence, a habitable space carved out of chaos.

And there was evening, and there was morning—the second day.

The earth was no longer drowning. It had room to breathe. But it was not yet finished.