When god sat down
to knit the world,
she grabbed her ball
of coloured yarn
and thought about
what she might do
to weave the sky,
the clouds,
the ground,
and all of me
and most of you.
So, god began her
knitting trial
and turned her needles
this way and that,
and so the world
and all its parts
began to find
its grand display
and take its shape
and find its form
in all god’s many
and varied ways.
And god, with all her
merry hands,
knitted away for
six long days,
and made the stars
up in the sky,
and all the planets
and then the moon,
and strung them out
for all to see as
her grand
and coloured tapestry.
She knitted with a feverish pace
till all the animals, two-by-two,
came into shape and found
their kind from her tender
almighty stitching hands;
and then they roamed
the sweeping plains across
this green and crocheted place,
content to have a god like she
who gave them life
and gave them hope.
Then after six days
of weary joyful work,
god put down her needles
and her yarn
and said that frankly
she’d had enough,
and now it was time
to have a rest
and look and see
and brag about
all her knitted
and quilted stuff.
And god saw all
her knitting work,
and she was really,
really chuffed:
“It’s pretty damn good!”
she said out loud,
“And best of all,
the nicest ones of the lot,
are my rainbow coloured
cutesy snake,
my giant fruited
forbidden tree
and that lovely,
sweet hearted girl
that I will call, Eve.”
10/10/2016