God holds his tapestry high, a child showing off a school art project.

Look! Look at what I have made! Isn’t it amazing?!

We say: “Oh! Yes, how beautiful! Now what’s that bit supposed to be?”

He frowns. He screws his face in confusion, prying for what we mean.

It’s not supposed to ‘be’ anything. They’re beautiful. That’s all. They exist to exist. To be here for you to love.

He pauses.

Is that enough?

We see the forest, but focus on the trees.

“And this one here?” One of us says; It’s a brighter, closer one and she’s awe stricken.

He chuckles now, nervous, chiding, anxious.

No. You see,

His teeth gritted

It’s a ball of gas, lit aflame, at a point in the sky.

“These ones look like a serpent!” One of us says.

“An archer!” We point to another spattering.

And He sits and lets us go, exasperated, but knowing we won’t understand, can’t understand. He made us too curious. In his image. Creators and storytellers.

He smiles. He can’t be mad at us for long. He sighs and crafts some more, expanding and weaving and weaving the universe, hoping we can discover it all. And maybe we’ll tell Him more of our stories of the world through them.

//upon deciding my New Year’s resolution was to pay more attention to the stars

/March 14th, 2023