The Seventh Day
Stillness. Darkness, in this place
Thought that starts as arcs of light,
shot through hollow parts of space
Henceforth, day shall follow night
I create a stratosphere,
which I lay atop a sea
Day and night shall rotate here,
trading for eternity
To the edge, I bind a land
Vines aburst with fruit and flower,
Orchards lined across the sand
Eden's first and finest hour
Moon and stars such light will bring!
Just as much shall fill the sun
Beauty must still touch a thing,
though it might be seen by none
From the air and water spring
creatures I have caused to grow
slick of scale and quick of wing
As above, so too, below
Fast four-legged beasts appear,
friend to foe their numbers span
Last, though slumber draws Me near,
in My image, I make man
With free will and virtue blessed,
choices tell the fate he'll earn
Go forth child, today I rest...
Choose thee well til I return
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