He cupped the world in his starry hands and breathed life into it. Day broke on that world that he let go spinning into space’s arid, cold void. Cosmic rays battered that blue-green marble as it rolled sunward in its orbit. Brutal though it was, he had to let this nuclear drama play out.
He suppressed the urge to shield that world. Reactions taking place on its surface convinced him to wait and watch. To see what develops as the work of his divine hands settles into that goldilocks zone, where life is possible.