Thou art my chosen
The mouthpiece of my prophecy
Hand of my authority.
Thy knowledgeous acumen
You are a treasure whose value cannot be measured.
Your being, unique and incomparable.
Like you, is no other;
Made from man and to man brought,
That he may appreciate and
Like the others name. But;
At the sight cried he, what a woe!
Lurked in the lonely night,
I groped like the blind in search of light
Begging for a sight
To ease the angst of my fright.
Bright and beautiful smiles this day...
With splendours of pleasure and glory,
When God retired to His box of creativity and
Deep in reasoning he went yoga