On that first day, the Spirit moved,
and so was born in space
a formless, empty, swirling mass,
with darkness on its face.
A vibrant sky of blue appeared
above the Earth's great sea;
beyond it, on the second day,
a water canopy.
Day three, the waters gathered to
uncover solid land,
and seas took shape with guidance from
the Architect's great hand.
The fourth day of creation gave
the sun its fiery light,
and then the moon was fashioned to
illuminate the night.
As birds took flight with beating wings
and made the sky alive,
aquatic life filled up the seas,
and so did end day five.
The Maker's work was almost done
as morning broke, day six;
from dust, land creatures then were formed
and added to the mix.
Yet there was something missing, the
Creator could not rest;
for none of these fine animals
was clearly stand-out best.
But as the Lord God vocalised,
to speak one into being;
a fierce and mighty singultus
sent all the creatures fleeing.
Alas! We see what woe was wrought
from one hiccup divine;
a word misspoke was no small joke—
nor its effect benign.
Instead of something wonderful,
things did not go to plan;
for from a slip was born that day,
the creature known as "man".
Now, in creation, all is great
and wondrous to behold;
save one thing that may seal Earth's fate
and see this world grow cold.
The steward Yahweh planned to use
to subjugate and rule,
of all the creatures is the one
it's right to label "fool".
Here ends the tale of what once was,
and what could well have been;
do you suppose Elohim thinks,
"I wish I could start clean?"
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Author Notes
singultus (n.) a hiccup.
"Been" is pronounced the same as "bean", and thus is a perfect rhyme for "clean" in my part of the world :)
Thanks for reading.
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