We all have our ideas of how the world came into being. I like to think God was having a good time when that first light was cast…
The idea was at once captivating and ludicrous.
And as he grew more excited
his enthusiasm made him smile.
A huge sheepish grin spread across his aged face
and somewhere deep in his gut
there began a gentle rumble.
The laughter welled up inside him
and he hissed and sputtered
like a child at church
who doesn’t want to laugh but can think of nothing else.
knowing he could postpone the moment no longer
placed his hands on his hips
took a deep breath of his good air
and then the laughter and words poured forth
like a river bursting its banks
spreading quickly over the darkness:
Let there be light.