Seventh Day

Seventh Day

Space Series Poetry #6

And so the seventh day arrives

Primeval dawn, whence all derives

With satisfaction through labour born

The one Creator surveys this morn

A universe made on a whim

Collated heavens, all life within

A separation of dark and light

The birth of time, of day, of night

Though formless then, the spirit stirred

Within the void, creation heard

All living things began to form

Disparate matter condensed, conformed

As energetic chaos unleashed

The Creator saw all and was pleased

As earth and sky and waters emerge

Abundant fruits and grass converge

Observing each day's work anew

The sun, the moon, as stars accrue

All manner of creatures breathe their first

And humankind, as yet uncursed

And so the seventh day arrives

The Creator rests and closes eyes

That saw each possibility

For completion and for sanctity.

—Trudi Nicola