The Maker and Eve
The Maker is busy in heaven once more,
Like he has been a billion times before.
He is making you a gift that matches none,
Wait for ten months & it will be done.
The Angels whisper, "Do you think she is ready?"
The Maker smiles at them "It is up to me"
If her prayers are true, i will hear
If she keeps her faith in me, nothing to fear.
I have made this world, all Heaven & Earth,
And i have given her kind, the sacred duty of birth.
So that life can prevail & never ceases,
It is my wish, I give, I take, whatever pleases.
So prepare yourself, Oh! Adam's Eve,
For the divine gift from heaven, you will receive.
Be sure to endure a lot of pain,
A little sacrifice for the sunshine after the rain.
Weave your dreams & make your plans,
The heavenly unborn awaits and in my lap they dance.
(FRIDAY, AUGUST 10, 2007)
Copyright © Marshall Iftekhar Ahmed | Year Posted 2022
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