Quick
spinning wheel;
I am the loom
the fabric of my existence
going zoom, zoom, zoom.
Quicker
walking on water;
Jesus never told me
the fabric of my existence
was decaying slowly.
Quickest
my tired legs;
I am fleeing away
from the cold, harsh reality of my existence
and God rests on the Seventh Day.
Author notes
inspired by Edward Taylor
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I love the rhyme you worked with, very beautiful, it all flows very nicely!
Thanks so much for sharing!
Keep writing !
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God was totally exhausted after a busy week creating a whole load of things; no wonder he needed a bit of a kip on Day Seven, bless his little cotton socks. That's what I think anyway.
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absolutely. I was trying to compare my little suffering with creating the universe. seems silly, doesn't it? thanks for stopping by
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excellent Job!!
I don't usually like religious poems. Yet sth about this one is a little different.
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