Oh great creator of this universe,
who made, and too sustains, it in your mind
as we make up imagin-ings rehearsed
(most often less consistent and refined).
Oh you who love to paint, with colours bright
the skies around the world (two times a day),
the flashy little stars we see at night,
& highlight beauty, mystery in our stay.
Oh you who loves to love and grow your kids,
your appetite for making is intense.
You'd hang all day to help them in their bids,
to do well and succeed in life, so hence …
you love to waste your time with each of us.
Your hopes and plans for matter, matter much,
and can't be thwarted here by any fuss!
- except the matter of your kids and such -
they're in a diff'rent categ'ry to start
(small images of Yahweh, baby gods),
you let them cause you grief, and break your heart,
the biggest heart that loves against all odds.
And love, we learn, ain't mechanistic stuff,
it is a motivation of a kind -
an honouring of baby gods. It's tough,
enduring, for it knows, but isn't "blind".
It's just that it's the base itself; You God,
are love; and lovingkindness is your face.
Your royal-loyal-love, may seem quite odd,
admitting no ulteriors - "in case".
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