The womb of life.

One of God's most precious creations
Was this earth and all its people,

Yet people are destroying the seeds
Of God, watering wickedness
Sprouting evil,

To no avail the darkness is lurking
And not one soul, does seem to care

The roots to the tree of life are showing
The womb beneath is running bear

Empty spaces without dust , just soil
No maker enriched with hands of light,

Must you question God's despair
Knowing solely
what is wrong and right,

The only seed that should be planted
Inside this most powerful birth,

Is God's undying promise, to all his
Faithful children upon this earth,

Walking on within the light , beyond
the ending ment to be,

Avoiding the wrath the devils desire
Flames decreased, to cease

This burning land of fire
Without faith and hope, none relief

Open your hearts to the heaven's
Let the light shine upon each leaf

Welcomed into his kingdom
Not one seed is left to bleed

By the graceful love of God,
And his angels , we are finally freed.

Nardine Sanderson 31/12/2015