In the Beginning, god said...

Let there be light. Through light alone

the solid world earns every shape

without which we'd hone no earthly line.

Piercing, from above, the darkest drenching

drape like liquid god, its fingering beams,

once deemed divine, flow out and down,

manipulating for our humble eyes

commandments gleaned of its realities;

or forged by human hands to focused forms

for tousled masses heaving in their storms

to lead who follows from the foaming seas

like rays of hope once sought in deities.