The First Poem

The beginning of poetry . . . God created: light and darkness, the heavenly bodies paraded down set paths in perfect rhythmic orbit, pristine waters, propelled by gracious winds, lapped against white sand beaches, all forms of living creatures filled the waters and the earth, plants of every description grew in abundance for beauty and food . . . but there was no one to enjoy all the perfection. God said, let us make man in our own image . . . He leaned down to the dust and scooped up a handful, shaped and molded it into a man, then He breathed into that form the breath of life and man became a living soul. God knew that man should not be alone . . . He caused a deep sleep to come upon the man and from his side he took a rib bone; with that bone God made a woman, Eve, to be the companion for his man creation. The first poem was creation, written by God upon a dark void, He passed his gift of poetry on to mankind. What are we doing with it? You and I live in His poem; we are His poem, but we have rewritten much of it with our hatred, violence and sin. His beautiful poem suffers abuse at the hands of those who were to be the caretakers of it. We even killed the author when He visited the beautiful poem He created . . . Copyright, September 11, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson Portions based loosely upon Genesis 1 and 2.