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Poetry: A WOMAN......a mini 'god'

A woman…a mini ‘god’
God looked at his creation,
He looked at the river and the mountain,
The forest and the ocean,
The beauty of his imagination,
He was happy there was life beyond the heaven,
He needed a special creation.

It had to be very beautiful,
He started his analysis with immense careful,
The river was swift and dreadful,
The mountain still and frightful,
The forest quiet and deceitful,
The wind unpredictable and stressful.

He proceeded to the living things,
He needed a creation to trust over other things,
The animals were beautiful, but uncooperative creatures,
The birds were pretty but tiny for his tasks,
The dog was loyal but questionable for such favors,
The elephant was strong, but unsure of its means.

The giraffe was tall, but afraid of the carnivores,
The lion was brave, but merciless in its actions,
The rabbit was clever, but cunning to its masters,
The tortoise was harmless, but slow in its endeavors,
God had two more other options,
The man and the woman were his remaining choices.

The man was strong, but careless,
He was brave, but clueless,
He was not fit for life stress,
He was with weathered spiritual beliefs,
He pretended to know all things,
He had potential yet so hopeless.

Then God came to the woman,
She was what he wanted for a creation,
She had qualities of caring and submission,
Her eyes so polite with a tender notion,
Her body so harmless and of good composition,
Her heart so kind that it deserved to be in heaven.

But God had a plan for this beautiful creature,
She was able to fit in a superior nature,
She was so fragile yet the most mature,
In her beautiful soul godliness was a feature,
God needed to have a duplicate of such a picture,
He would guide her and use her gene as its armature.

The woman was loved and crowned by God,
She was entrusted to be a small god,
She would  carry life and share to it through her umbilical cord,
She would bring forth life and teach it how to obey God,
He would protect her from other creatures’ scold,

She was God's only chosen, priceless and impossible to afford!

Comments

  1. Unknown25 June 2013 at 23:34

    This poem is so inspirational and touching and really explains the woman and what she is.i love the poem.

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  2. Caroline Nderitu26 June 2013 at 00:20

    Thanks Kevin....See your mom, siz, wife and every other woman in that light....

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