Boredom kills an outcast, even gods!
Many more a times without a voice to reckon with,
He became God of the creations
He designed and reclaimed his works
He loves what he made, yes He loves!
Without references, he loves
Whispering words of care and no more tears to his creations
He makes the world a place of free choice!
A swift hand, the passing of choice
A command of Love
Manifesting in darkness to produce great light.
No principle or direction for loving
He just loves haphazardly.
Even as a blameless highpriest, he still symphatise with our infirmities.
Funny! How love died for love
To know love cares soothes the heart
Giving strength to hold on for the feebling in heart.
Refiners fire, who descends to purifies
Just like the wind douses the candle and rouses the wildfire
His love cuddles and chatises too
His abode of love, a reward for the good
Breathe in the very air, he does too.
We show others love, then his kingdom we shall abide,
When his palace of beauty I see,
When he choose noble writers to read out their content of writings
May I not be found wanting at my duty post nor my writings not being fit to soothe the Creator’s sore
Never will I be cast away!
God is love this I know!