Mesh And Web Poem by Daniel Brick

The Creator God was exhausted,
ready to withdraw into divine
solitude, build for himself
a Temple of Wisdom and henceforth
from its dizzying heights observe
the patterns of stars and planets.
But can a Creator God withdraw,
abandoning what he brought forth
out of Chaos eons past when he felt
the full flush of Divine Glory?
He made it all come forth - plants,
waterways, beasts, precious stones,
liquor, sexual beings, hills and
valleys. Then, only then, did he realize
he would labor, and must labor to make
the whole endeavor succeed. To make
created things mesh into a unity and
thereby simply operate - without the need
for his constant vigilance. He sometimes
wished he could fall down immense corridors
of space into the web of things, limited things,
neither possessed of power nor of knowledge,
just existence, fleeting but sweet, gone
in a flash, and then perpetual rest forever.
Or perhaps not forever, perhaps there is something
other than forever, which is only repetition -
over and over and over... But what could
could that other things be? Can I create that
OTHER THING? he wondered. Hr remained on his throne,
no longer thinking of ascent or descent, but
in his mind revolving thoughts that moved
with majesty and certainty, as they had
wins ago at the beginning of created things.
I will summon my deep powers. I will bring forth
new things, I will become the Wonder of a New Creation!