He didn't make the darkness; was it there? <br />He didn't see it, all he saw was glare <br />Behind his eyeballs, so he conjured light <br />That imitated dream state of his night. <br />But he ignored his primal, wedded state: <br />He did not see his dark and ordered mate, <br />Whose vast empiric science ruled the sky, <br />Letting him write or sing or sit or fly. <br />So he composed a fire creating sun <br />That lit and led his creatures on a run <br />Far on the road to understanding him; <br />They all decided they were just his whim, <br />And as he played with them his Darkness wife <br />Seeing her nature misread, quit, and life <br />Became a chaos for him and for all <br />The creatures he had caused to rise and fall. <br />Soon they divorced and men called him the Good <br />And her the Evil One: now all men should <br />Avoid her, battling in the schismed scheme <br />That could have been another, peaceful dream.<br /><br />Linda Hepner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/god-s-wife/
