In the beginning there was light that pierced the night, blazing father of the sky
The sun the only one shining on a world that spun under an all seeing eye
A bright star that does rise in the morning skies from east to west does fly
Born from night's grave us to save in a new dawning sky
From the dust and dirt life did squirt birthed from its finger ray
Heated air it blew with care into nostrils made of clay
With a borrowed bone a life on loan given with the warmth of its love
An Eden did create for man to populate, all sent from above
Moon and sun, father and son deities in facade
In primitive mind with eyes blind we worship the sun we've made a god
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A fine write SB. Yes, in Charles Wesley's hymn 'Hark, the herald angels sing' a possibly confusing line in some versions is: 'Hail, the Sun of Righteousness'. Yet it is also in some Bible versions as 'Sun' (Malachi 4 v.2 in the Old Testament). Then a cross-reference relates it to Luke 1 v.78 - covered in my poem for today. Of course, it doesn't mean we should worship the sun.
And - makes sense to create light first - so God could see what he was doing maybe?!
God bless you my friend you made me laugh again yes he would need a light and lets hope that, that bulb lasts longer than the warranty. I kind of think the old man wears glasses now days and sometimes sets them down. I appreciate the read my friend and the kind words of mirth that brought a smile to my face on Christmas Eve A Merry Christmas to you Orchi
And yet I suppose He could have created the world/globe/planet without having light first. He did better than me anyway - arghhhhhh! Do ya hear me falling down the stairs, as I forgot to put the light on one dark morning?! lol. Good acting there too from me, innit? lol.
Your poem explores the creation of light and life, emphasizing the sun as a central figure in the genesis of existence. It reflects on humanity's relationship with the divine and the natural world, portraying the sun as both a source of life and a deity worshipped by primitive minds.
Thanks so much Friendship for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated and valued. Your interpretation is in the heart of what was intended. Funny that in English the word sun and son are pronounced the same and that we worship each in one point of time or another and how the evolution from nature to personification of the sun to the son makes sense in that both are the source of light. Merry Christmas to you
My pleasure, my friend. I wish you and your loved ones a wonderful holiday season.🌹
Soren, this is a thoughtful meditation on origins, belief, and the human need to name power. You honor the mystery of creation while questioning what we do with that mystery once we touch it. That balance gives the poem its depth. Strong work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks so much Tristan I appreciate the read and kind words they are most valued.
A fine Poem on the beginning of our World.
Sad what we have done to a lot of it.
Merry Christmas.
Thanks so much for the read and kind words of comment they are appreciated. A Merry Christmas to you.
May your god go with you soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your reading of this piece. I appreciate your kind words and may yours be with you Happy Holidays
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