Eve
In the almighty Yahweh, I found great favor,
He formed me; shaped me; gave me the strength to savor;
Midst good and bad, like a reed, my mind, did waver,
I lost his grace, owing to the apple flavor...!
Yet, He made me the mother of humanity,
Freeing me from my pride-filled absurd vanity;
Forgiving my mind-body-soul insanity,
Sculptured within me a tender urbanity...!
From the beginning of the cosmos till its end,
He made, in each and every tongue, my name to blend;
Though mortal in nature he helped me to ascend,
To the heavens, my life eternally to spend...!!!
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2023
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