The Gods
A story from our deepness doing what
with Professor Friedman’s observation?
O ye troubled mighty spirit sons,
Made of spirit stuff—humble—pure—
Begotten, yes made,
Active in the way of your Maker
O ye happy spirit sons! You shouted in your thrill!
New world spoken into being for your joy.
Feelings stirred—awe; wonder; curiosity; gifted.
Betook in applause.
Ye sons, you watched the making of living things,
Then beheld Yahweh saying to his Master Worker,
to his spirit son first among his Works,
on assignment at his side,
(1) “Let us make a human, in our image,”
“Male and female,” blessed of God,
And the last Day of Creation reached its close.
But then in your abode—
What the feelings of Yahweh Maker
O you wayward sons of God, you gods,
choosing independence
vying
challenging
rebelling—
And further sadness
When the humans joined your claim,
Obliging Lord Yahweh
To express his unhappy thought,
Then, ye gods, ye mighty ones,
You changed your garments
To go down—
Playing human,
Playing macho,
Spreading ruin
Through the daughters of humankind
Whom you chose,
Yahweh speaking in counsel with himself,
Saying, “I’ll wipe the humans
Whom I’ve created
From the face of the earth,”
And it was done. Forget you never will.
Next when you gods had fled the flood
And humans had multiplied again
Through the dutiful few afloat
To build a tower to the sky
Yahweh to you gods outspoke,
Saying,
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