REMADE

God spoke and from nothing
came to be all that is.
Watery depths, yet to be filled,
full of darkness, seemingly impenetrable.
Then God said.

Division, dark from light,
waters below and above the expanse,
sea from dry earth,
tidal forces tied to the world’s rhythms,
the making of all that was good.

But humanity refused to remain
within the boundaries God had given.
We ate the fruit and drank the cup
from which God, in His good pleasure,
sought to protect His beloved.

The heavens gathered their waters,
and its weight could not be held.
The deep broke open, the sky gave way,
an unmaking of the order and blessing
fixed by God in the first days.

Humanity had unmade what God had made,
corrupting the earth with violence,
turning gift against giver,
goodness against itself.
And the waters answered in kind.

The boundaries broke.
What had been divided joined again.
Sea swallowed earth,
order surrendered to chaos,
and the made world was unmade.

Nothing remained but water
and the consequence of what we had become.

But not beyond the Maker.
And once again, over the face of the waters
the wind blew.