Rather than a God who
created the world in six days,
a feudal lord stomping about pointing,
declaring What Was To Be and How,
I think it more likely God quietly rose
one morning, stoked the morning’s fire
and in the deepening warmth
brought dough to rise, then sat
and in the new light threaded a needle
and sewed us into being
humming as She did
the quiet canticle of beginnings.
Sara Anderson is a native Iowan. She earned her MFA in Creative Writing from Hamline University. She lives in the Twin Cities with her husband and daughter. She has an affinity for tuxedo cats.