God Created Again
(for Mothers’ Day)
When God did creation and thought all was done,
He looked at man’s heart and knew what was wrong:
Bestowed were creatures with soul-mate and friend;
But man was so lonesome; could hardly pretend
As lion to lioness, and sparrows the wind
Communed every creature much after its kind,
As doves consult doves, as trees dance and play.
No small were these affections and merry display.
“Is God so unable to make one for me?
“Could I lead creation no flesh will be mine? ”
So brim perturbation was Adam’s first pain,
Waking heav’n’s might to sleep he was lain.
Ye ladies be fullness, God’s creation’s end;
Love’s brim you should show, His creatures attend.
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