ON THE NINTH NIGHT

There was a dark fog Just after the big blast. To see the beauty of His art He commanded for there to be light. The fog spread, the skies parted for the sun And there it lay, complete clarity. Like a woman with no earrings There was a deficiency in the beauty. Why does everything crawl and glide? In His wise mind, He thought There must be something upright With a complete mind and foresight. Yet He pondered, what's a mind that can't judge? On the ninth night, God created love. For He wanted man to manage other emotions To deeply appreciate the complexities of human connection.