July 11, 2013 / Creative Writing
A love poem.
September 8, 2015
Alone in the darkness
God moaned the blues
undulating his belly.
Although he cried out,
there was no one to hear him.
No girlfriend, no midwife,
no wife, mother.
Finally, God’s water broke and formed salty oceans.
For seven days, God pushed
and pushed matter through water,
making mountains, fields, pushed
light away from dark,
each contraction, a day of labor
to create cosmos and creature,
pushing until he could hear
the cold, vulnerable universe howl.
Afterward, God would not forget the pain.
He resolved not to go through that again,
not alone like that. He decided on a division of labor.
Jennifer Graves holds an MDiv and MA in creative writing and is currently working on an MSW. She lives a life of creativity, humor, sisterhood, and social justice activism.