Light shone through a strangely translucent layer of 'cloud' suspended above an area of open sky, which crisply and surprisingly was filled with fresh and clear, dry air. Underneath the layer of cloud, frozen and translucent, and beneath the empty bowl of sky, the surface of an unbroken and vast ocean bunched and plunged in waves that foamed on their crests, moving in massive disorder rather than in response to winds or currents-as-yet-unthought-of. Light streamed down onto the earth from beyond the cloud, sourced by turbulent, pyrotechnic events out in deep space.
God had, by absolute decree, named the expanse above the ocean – 'sky'. In the name he had also defined its properties, established its boundaries and promised its purpose, establishing a plan for its future, its maintenance, demise and renewal. God had spoken, invoking the power of his character exerting his great knowledge and understanding, his word had produced the shining bright breathable sky, where before had been vacuous nothingness!
When God spoke again, this time, there erupted such an apocalypse of volcanoes, such bazookas of targeted drilling, such explosive simultaneous creativity, that massive landmass appeared out of the water, blowing whale-like as it rose from the deep, rivers rupturing and spouting out of the uppermost heights, flowing and forming life supporting, open veins of clear, cold water.
Steadily, and with increasing intensity, the land pushed up out of the water. The still hot and steaming landmass rose from the deep, the ponderous moaning rise of giant terrestrial hippopotamuses rising from watery beds of mud. And rivers of fresh running water found their way in a cycle of water from deep ocean, to vapor, to fresh river flow, and early morning dew watered the fertile earth.