And God said, Let there be–
. . . and hesitated. Wasn’t
it slightly off-key? They would get it
wrong for centuries, perhaps even
longer. A great smile
widened over the deep. God
said, Let there be a profusion
of words on the tongues
that will speak. And God knew
it would be good. It had
to be. After they mistakenly call
me He–oh long after,
they will finally utter She.
She for another few millennia
before I become One
once again.
