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