Why Not Just Call Them Sundays
While the sun was no accident
the moon was
a completely different kettle
of fish of course
and whereas the sky proved
to be the very glue
which held both day and night
together for eternity ..
Each one of those tiny stars just
glowed a little bit ..
Maybe because they were so
far away and each
felt out of it yet tried to bask in
its own former glory ..
Indeed, on reflection he always
intended each one
to provide warmth and to serve
as a guiding lantern
throughout the darkness of night ..
In fact, he had hoped
such precious gifts might soon be
felt freely and in
the same way as his loving smile
and his warmest
embrace might yet be felt by all
those with any faith
left in them .. Just as the oceans
were always meant
to be deep and as blue as Eves
eyes would both
eventually become and even
bluer than blue so
take note yet again, the sun was
no accident waiting
to happen but something greater
than that and it fell
way beyond the reach of any wild
fantasy he might have ..
She was a work in progress tho’
and it was while busy
thinking hard on what he might
do with Adams
spare rib, it dawned on him he
should maybe just
rest up for a while since tomorrow
was to become a very
special day indeed, for all such
tomorrows, would
be known as the day of rest which
without any ceremony
whatsoever he simply named Sunday ..
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Like all myths this one starts with the gods and with metaphoric brilliance paints a story that is easily understood by man. Poetically it shines with some great creativeness in the glue between night and day where the sun is no accident coming up each day on schedule and the moon is an accident sometimes appearing in the day. So poetically introduced. The stars as lanterns meant to be suns of their own blends modern celestial conceptions with ancient belief and the introduction of Eve and Adam was masterful that allowed the bringing in of the day of rest. How very Jewish and Christian of you my good friend. A most lovely story and a fave
Your detailed & likewise heart-warming review just made my day my friend .. Thank you so much .. Neville
My pleasure my friend
Our world can be explained through story, imagination and gentle humour; like a handmade universe, full of warmth, accidents, and purpose, ending with the creation of the day of rest. 🕊️🙏🏻
Thanks for swinging by arqios and noticing .. Neville
Likewise, Nev. We witness our fellow poems and the days that they represent. Cheers mate🙏🏻
What a delightful reimagining of creation, Neville! The cosmic beauty carries genuine reverence, while the gentle humor gives God such warmth and personality. That closing turn brought it all home beautifully. Wonderful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Ta T that'll do nicely, very nicely indeed .. Neville ⚫🖤🐦⬛🐈⬛🏴🌻👍
Well written. Your poem intertwines themes of creation, spirituality, and human emotions, contrasting the grandeur of the cosmos with the personal and intimate aspects of human experience. The poet suggests that the universe's design is intentional and that there is an inherent connection between celestial bodies and human feelings.
Thank you my friend and just for the record, I like the way you see things .. Neville
A rich yarn - a mood piece I enjoyed very much, Neville.
Thank you kindly kind sir .. Neville
Could have slipped that into my old King Jim's version with no disturbance at all. Ecumenicalism extended across theologies now? You haven't abandoned Buddhism, surely?
Just take care of yourself whichever way you are jumping, Neville.
Ha, no Dave, I'm still jumping the same old path .. it's the only one I feel comfortable on ..
A relief. I have no path, and am happy there... still, each to their own.
Good write N. Yes, I was gonna call it Sunday, but by the time I did, it was Monday! Doh! As you say, more cuckoo than a Bavarian cuckoo clock!
I may not be a lot of things sir, but I assure you, I am an authority on cuckoo's .. N
wow- a great commentary on how Sunday came into being...!
Many thanks indeed .. Please excuse this late acknowledgement .. Neville
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