Seventh Day

Michael Newberry 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.

7th Day by Michael Newberry