In the beginning darkness, spatial deep...
plankton, bacteria, time prepense, asleep
in creation's yet to be, man, days away...
the Logos spoke a ramah to light day
one, and what He said, He saw was good.
The omnipresent Spirit's aegis hovering,
pre-existent, Father, Son, the One covering
creation's pangs, out of the canopy gray,
spoke sweet from salt and sky to fill day
two, and what He saw, He said was good.
"Let the waters be gathered in one place,
let dry ground arise and show its face,
let the land grow plants, and fruit convey
both food and seed", thus it was so in day
three, and what He said, He saw was good.
"Let the lights shine through canopy mist
that seasons of days and years will persist,
let sun, moon and stars in delight display
the magnificence of the universe, to see day
four", and what He saw, He said was good.
"Let the water teem with life beneath the sky
let the earth proliferate with birds that fly,
each according to their kind, in issue repay."
He spoke, fish and fowl were created in day
five, and what He said, He saw was good.
"Let the land produce life, male and female,
let Us make man like Us, let him prevail
over creatures of sea, land, and air, stay
the thirst, knowing Us, to be Us after day
six", and what He saw, would break His heart.
--Baron Gooberacht von Hottzendog
copyright 1999, The Goober Tree Press, all rights reserved
This poem appeared in Wellspring: A Journal of Christian Poetry, Aug. 1999.