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Topic: Rest (06/14/04)

TITLE: On the Seventh Day
By Annette Agnello
06/19/04

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On the Seventh Day

Rest was my creation
Made on the seventh day.
Most believed, all was over,
That Id finished yesterday.

Day one began in darkness,
That, would never do.
Light had to be created,
Produced by, simple word.
I looked at my creation,
And I called it good.

Soon the second day, arrived.
Things were quite a mess
Order needed badly,
Water, everywhere.
I separated waters
Made that, above, a sky.
The sky with stars
Oer water below
Id plans for tomorrow,
Of where, next to go.

On the third day.
Waters I gathered up,
Separation, pushing water aside.
Revealed the land below
A little barren
With just the rocks and soil
I had to make the land produce
Plants each bearing seeds
Trees each with their fruit,
All of this was good.
Evening and the morning gone,
I saw more work to do.

The world needed more separation
This time the day from night
To the seasons, days, and years.
In the sky, I made two lights.
The greater one to rule the day
The lesser ruling night.
With this good work,
I felt, the fourth day done.

Next came the living creatures
The waters teemed with them.
Birds also in expanse of sky,
Seeing twas good
Said, Be fruitful, multiply.
But theres still nothing on the land.
And day five was done.

On Day six I let the land produce,
Livestock, creatures of all kinds
Moving on the ground
The Earth, well populated
Sky, and sea, and land.
I wanted, now to make
Something, just for me.
In my own likeness,
A man, to rule, on earth.
Time, to him, will mean more
Than he imagines today.
Lest he always must keep running
I must make for him, a way.
Hes the pinnacle of my creation
I wish him only well.
The sixth day is over
Tomorrow, my gift for him.

Now it is day seven,
Meeting mans material needs
I made him a gift of.
My final creation,
My gift, REST.

Indeed, I was not finished
Till he had a time to stop.
To communicate with me,
To let his labors drop.
That was what I wanted.
When I, creation began.
Someone to converse with,
To care for, a be a friend.


Member Comments
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Lisa Bumgarner06/29/04
I appreciate the poem and the Biblical accuracy.
L.M. Lee06/29/04
wonderful message.
Phyllis Inniss 07/02/04
Very creative. The Creator has blessed you with a wonderful sense of creativity.