I Have Seen How God Becomes A Child Poem by Akhtar Jawad

The doll pulling a baby cart with a doll
Can you read a promise in her smile?
If a child is launching it from a knoll
You'll see soon the cart is a projectile
That can reach the apex of the skies
A child promises truth and it never lies.

And if it's an innocent female knoll,
It can force the God, yes even God!
To return a breathing and smiling doll
For a child He has always a pleasing nod.
Hard He is, but becomes soft and mild,
I have seen how God becomes a child!