Ye! Rosebuds in my well groomed garden,
Hyacinth and jasmine of aroma,
among twitter and chat of parrots ,
you dance and serenade,
whispering breeze gently glide upon you.
Some intruders by means stealth;
God has knit in his well ordered cosmic
mansion , ye to flourish and prosper,
but you live in ignorance
not aware that you are going
short of time , you are plucked ,
dethroned, endurance blighted
for ulterior motives,
man’s unknotting obduracy persists.
God’s knitting goes on,
there the gardener’s pail too.
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