no one had mourned more than god
when abel’s blood cried out
from the earth,
his cavernous, unknowable heart a bruise,
the destruction of a port in a storm
never again the god who clothed eve
when he wrenched her from the garden.
no one had prayed for god then
himself a great collection of inevitabilities
a father grieving hopeless
the unbearable loss of his son,
the cold hearted mercy
of his gentle, lonely creations.
it was a human action of the divine
when he scorched the earth
held its head under water until it
could no longer breathe.

— j.b. (via majestysnowbird)