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.