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| The
Unmaking of the World
Excerpts from a poem by Naomi Mara Hyman |
“When, in the end, we saw what we had done,
And that we couldn’t heal the breach we’d
made,
Those of us who could
Returned to Eden.
None of us were left who feared the fiery,
ever-turning sword.
We’d seen and done and lost too much to care.”
Some came as penitents and some with arrogance,
“When we arrived, the guardians stood waiting at
the gate
Much to our surprise they let us in; the fiery
sword was sheathed. We
failed to see the sadness and the pity in their eyes
Some set about to build their castles on the choicest
lakeside spots, but neither earth nor tree would yield themselves to such.
The penitents knelt humbly, murmuring their prayers, asked for
little and were granted less.
When we had all assembled in the breezy time of day, we
heard the voice of G-d amidst the trees.
“Where are you?” cried the Voice.
“What have you done?
We answered with our tears.
No words would do.
“I called you to witness this day the thing I
swore I would not do.
I, yes even I, could not foresee what you have done
To one another, to my earth, to my Delight!
I cannot bear to watch the One I love die such a
death. Having made her,
It is only right that I should give to her the
gentlest good night.”
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