The time had now come to proclaim this new world
Of magnificent beauty with its unique rules.
Should He strike a great light from which lightening might surge
Or exhale a great whirlwind where new life would emerge?
Should He roar in a thunder which would scorch all the grass
Or speak in a whisper which might barely be heard?

Or perhaps make a Sabbath where all creatures could rest
Amid the largesse with which all had been blessed.
Without any conflict and nothing to lose;
Then all could give thanks and express gratitude.

He decided upon a day without work,
Especially for man whom He shaped from the dirt.
And He blew in his nostrils to give him a soul.
To help in the tasks that were still to occur.

- Finding the Light of G‑d, page 62