Creation boiled down

A poem by Scott Barton on Genesis 1:1–2:4a.

Photo by Marek Piwnicki on Unsplash.

First, when chaos reigns and life is ruined,
There will always be light;
Second, when we find ourselves lost and at sea,
There is yet air to breathe;
Third, when we are flailing around thinking there is no tomorrow,
There are still grounds for planting trees and tilling gardens;
Fourth, when we are completely under the weather,
The sun and the moon will rise;
Fifth, when we feel like a fish out of water, with bird brains,
We really don’t have to be everything to everybody;
Sixth, when we think it’s all about us,
There are countless other creatures, but we’re made to create;
Seventh, when we think we have to work until we drop,
Even God said, “I’ve gotta get out of the office.”
Man, that’s good!

(Walter Brueggemann used the line about God getting out of the office in a talk I heard many years ago.)