a tree without fruit
makes god look like a fool,
for he may have spliced
each and every limb
into existence
making them seem
exactly the same
in stature and stance,
so as for no imperfections
to be detected,
but i carved the ocean
and filled it to the brim -
and he made the seas cry.
you were made a tree my love
a tree without fruit, a vine,
he formed you and molded you,
but i gave you life.
YOU ARE READING
the light
Poetrya collection of uncategorized poems from around the years 2016-2019.
