God's Wife Poem by Linda Hepner

He didn't make the darkness; was it there?
He didn't see it, all he saw was glare
Behind his eyeballs, so he conjured light
That imitated dream state of his night.
But he ignored his primal, wedded state:
He did not see his dark and ordered mate,
Whose vast empiric science ruled the sky,
Letting him write or sing or sit or fly.
So he composed a fire creating sun
That lit and led his creatures on a run
Far on the road to understanding him;
They all decided they were just his whim,
And as he played with them his Darkness wife
Seeing her nature misread, quit, and life
Became a chaos for him and for all
The creatures he had caused to rise and fall.
Soon they divorced and men called him the Good
And her the Evil One: now all men should
Avoid her, battling in the schismed scheme
That could have been another, peaceful dream.