The First Word

 The First Word

The first phrase, we are told, 

or commandment if you like

(and indeed, whether or not

you don’t like – that being

the nature of commandments)

was ‘Let there be light.’ 

At least, I think I got that right.

So long now since I read my way

through the whole of the Good Book.

As books go, very entertaining

with sensational plot lines and

a rich variety of characters.

Even the most extraordinary 

managed to have more than a touch 

of the ordinary. Which is the point,

really, isn’t it – Jesus being 

human too, or even mainly … I think

I mean simultaneously. But anyway –

Yes I digress. But so interesting,

all those wild old stories, and besides

I read the King James, which may be

a less than accurate translation, but is 

in the language of poetry, which to me 

counts for a lot. It rolls off the tongue.

So – if that was the first 

phrase/command/sentence, then 

the first word must have been ‘Let’. 

Allow. Permit. Have it come to be. I like 

that permissive implication. Gives me 

a whole lot friendlier idea of Father God.

Poetic Asides prompt, day 5: Title: 'The first —'.

Sharing (a couple of months later) with Writers' Pantry #73 at Poets and Storytellers United.