Showing posts with label Scriblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Scriblings. Show all posts

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Voice

After giving finishing touch to this universe,
"God wondered and cried,"
Oh, where am I to goto embed love in this soil?
"May I help you?" He heard a voice.
God was flabbergastedwith the source of Love,
then with a big lightning
Mother landed on the Earth