In the beginning...
The Lord awoke, sheepishly rubbing His eyes,
And fumbling for a bottle of EXTRA-strength aspirin.
Too much nectar and ambrosia last night,
And that boy, Lucifer, played the most obnoxious music.
Stumbling out of bed, shuffling down the stairs to the kitchen,
"TOO LATE FOR BREAKFAST," He sighed.
"LET'S SEE WHAT GABRIEL HAS MADE FOR LUNCH."
"Alphabet soup, sir?"
"HMM..." said the Lord.
"THAT SOUNDS INTERESTING."
So Gabriel set the bowl before Him,
And with a large golden spoon the Lord tasted His soup,
And it was good.
But the Lord was feeling rather bored.
Angels were nice enough fellows, but they could be such uninspiring company;
And their constantly serenading Him with hymns and harp music
Did little to liven things.
And so He began to play with His soup
Scooping the letters up in their dark broth,
Then idly letting them spill back into the bowl.
Then, an idea struck Him with an unexpected divine inspiration;
The letters in the bowlwhy not arrange them into orderly patterns?
And so He began spooning the letters around
Until a pattern emerged:
"NOT VERY PRETTY," He said shaking His head, and then He rearranged them:
"HMM... THAT LOOKS BETTER."
And so it was that He sat for the rest of the day,
Playing with the letters in His soup,
Uncovering new and more intriguing patterns.
"Has he gone mad?"
Raphael whispered to Gabriel.
"I don't know," was Gabriel's reply.
"I haven't seen him that way since I brought him that Cream of Stars
From the Big Bang Deli."
And so six days came to pass,
While still the Lord sat absorbed in His cuisinary composition.
Always eager to make a nuisance of himself,
Lucifer decided to drop in for dinner.
With him, much to His dismay, he brought his fiddle
With which he proceeded to fill the kitchen with an incessant screeching.
The Lord excused Himself from the table
And Lucifer peered into the bowl:
I - T-H-I-N-K - T-H-E-R-E-F-O-R-E - I - A-M
"Such a wonderful new fancy uncle Jehovah has taken
He quipped tasting the soup.
"But it's so bland. It needs more spice."
So Lucifer grabbed a shaker of pepper off the shelf,
Unscrewed the cap, and poured the whole into the soup.
"Now this is more to my taste," he said sampling his work.
When the Lord returned and tasted His soup,
He wrinkled His nose and winced.
"LUCIFER!" He yelled. "WHAT DID YOU PUT IN MY SOUP?"
"A little flavor, uncle, that's all," quoth the impish angel.
"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU ROGUE!" rumbled the Lord.
"AND SINCE YOU LIKE MY SOUP SO MUCH, YOU CAN TAKE IT WITH YOU.
JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"
And so Lucifer smiled and obediently walked off carrying the bowl.
"I'M TIRED." said the Lord,
Then groggily mounted the stairs to His room,
Sunk down upon His cloudy bed,
And began to sleep.
George Chadderdon © 1993