The Creator

He who is,

Thee.

Has come upon,

She.

Fallen to her knees,

As she prays.

Upon he,

The creator.

The man above,

She cries out.

Please help,

Help me rise up.

Heal me,

Carry me.

As he replies,

My child i have always.

Always carried you,

Most of all,

Loved you.

As the creator of man,

Speaks upon the world.

She looks up,

As a tear flows down.

She says,

I believe.

As she continues,

To walk the path.

To greatness,

And to he.

He who is thee,

Upon she.

The creator.

Hey y'all sorry i have been slacking again. work has been kicking my butt. and i have been a little sick. but this one here is more on a somewhat god type poem. i'm not sure if many or any of my readers do believe in him. but i do, no i may not go to church but that doesn't mean that i don't believe. he works in mysterious ways for sure so hopefully this one, kind of speaks to you. i'm sorry if some of you don'r understand it.