God's First Epiphany Poem by Robert Rorabeck

God's First Epiphany



Though she didn’t know who she was,
Waking up, she was God’s first epiphany,
His first real work of art since he made the world;
So when she yawned it seemed to him the
Clouds were stretching like silken curtains
Across a rosy sky; And when she smiled,
Not know that she had smiled, it was all God
Needed to justify himself, so he put away his
Secret knife and feeling lucky, decided he wasn’t
Going to kill himself after all (Not until she grew
Old and died, anyway—and that being a great long
Tomorrow in his way of seeing things) :
And he slid along the branch of a tree
Outside her window, looking
Like early morning sunlight flowing in milky
Pools which caught her eyes and grabbed her
Attention for several moments, and she wondered
“Who am I, anyway? ” Though she didn’t know
It, she was God’s first epiphany;
So she set about getting dressed and fixing herself
Breakfast not knowing who she truly was,
As outside her window God played around
Like happy sunlight….

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