God the Poet
Brooding, He ponders
The page before Him blank
And then in an instant
Evokes voluminous commands
"Let there be light"
Overthrows the dark
Sun, stars, all galaxies
Enflamed by voice, not spark
With authority, precision
His finger writes in stone
Painstakingly, He elects the Word
Whose symbolism flows
Throughout the pages of
His millenial compilation
Revealing diverse attributes
By myriad translations
Contemplate His works
Reflective of His amplitude
Delve into the depths
And marvel at the Muse.
Brooding, He ponders
The page before Him blank
And then in an instant
Evokes voluminous commands
"Let there be light"
Overthrows the dark
Sun, stars, all galaxies
Enflamed by voice, not spark
With authority, precision
His finger writes in stone
Painstakingly, He elects the Word
Whose symbolism flows
Throughout the pages of
His millenial compilation
Revealing diverse attributes
By myriad translations
Contemplate His works
Reflective of His amplitude
Delve into the depths
And marvel at the Muse.