Member Poem

           God said, "Let there be poetry," and He waited for the flicker of the bulb that did not come. For God was young, and there was nothing to see, touch, smell, hear, taste, and feel. Less were the things to write about. He thought about these, and think he did for a long time.
          And then above the chair of nothingness which he sat on for time unmeasured, he declared, "Let there be light." The words struck the void so hard it bled light. So God chanted some more let-there-be's: of worlds and water, of fishes and fowls, and of humans.
          Then God said to the humans: “Now I have made the world for you, there in it are trees and animals, seas and streams. There are things to see, to touch, to smell, to taste, to hear, and to feel. There are things to write about.”
          In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word and God were one.
         "I could not create things as sacred as me, I could not use the Word to write poetry. The Word, therefore, is my last gift to you; writing is but the closest way you can reach me."
          And before God disappeared from human sight forever, and before Adam and Eve could speak of their gratitude He said: Let there be poetry.