The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy
“Mother-love is not inevitable. The good mother is a great artist
ever creating beauty out of chaos.” — Alice Randall.

In the beginning, when Mom created the family and the home, the home was a formless void and darkness covered it. And Mom said, “Let there be light.” And she opened the curtains so sunlight poured in upon the sleeping heads of husband and children and woke them. And Mom saw that the light was good, and she separated the light from darkness, calling the light “Light” and the darkness “Night.” And time ticked by, the first hour.

And Mom created food and drink. “Let the box of cereal be taken down from the cupboard, the banana sliced and the coffee poured with cream to sustain us in activity,” she said. And time ticked by, the second hour.

And Mom created land and water. “Let the path be cleared of toys, and the dirty clothes be gathered in one place.” So the floor appeared in the living room and water poured into the washing machine. And time ticked by, the third hour.

And Mom created sea creatures and plants. “Let the fish thaw in time for tonight’s meal,” she said. Then she went to the pantry and found one cup of rice and said, “Be fruitful and multiply so that you may fill my family’s bellies and subdue their hungry clamor.” And time ticked by, the fourth hour.

And Mom created human beings and land animals. “Let the school bring forth my children,” she said. “Let the cat meow and scratch at the door so that I may let it in.” And all this was done. And time ticked by, the fifth hour.

And Mom created the heavens. “Let there be an expanse of space so my children can kick a ball,” she commanded. And the children went outside and played, and Mom called the solitude “Heaven.” Then She gave both humans and animals food to eat. Mom saw everything she had made, and indeed, it was very good. And time ticked by, the sixth hour.

Thus the home was finished, and the family thrived. And in the seventh hour, Mom, having completed her work, rested from all She had done. So Mom blessed the seventh hour and called it her own.

For more stories about beginnings, check out some of the entries at Sunday Scribblings.

3 responses to “Creation”

  1. Kyna says:

    That’s what I was going to write. 🙂

  2. mochiv says:

    oh i love this

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