Heaven's womb opens
in the endless passion of divine embryonic creation,
giving birth to evolving heartbeat's,
all imbued with love's plasma,
pulsating its throbbing message intuitively in each generation.
Seasons in the soul are sewn with ethereal light,
meant to inspire visions to see with God's eyes
what He intended to be His image inside,
its theme acted upon by the animals
who instinctively care for their offspring without condition.
But we decay in the awakening and fail to follow the paths revealed.
Thus we age in our insight through our inclinations
until reaper claims prize of the spirit
bringing them to an eternal harvest
facing Lord whose altar shines its probe into every life,
labors spent exposed to his judgmental question,
did we learn the lesson of mercy, which He taught in so many ways?
New life born carries the seeds of our desire,
regenerates as conscious to stroll the path we once trod,
all nature His tapestry for wonder to give wings of faith their flight
and soar upon current of compassion.


