Happy at Creation
The Chirps of the flying birds, The swoosh of the dedicious trees, with all of nature greeting its inhabitants with a voice.
The voice of respect,
For they are all artworks in which paintings depict reality,
They were made to bow,
Bow to the voice of its superior, Humans
All at creation.
Nonetheless, happy Creations in Creation
Until a disruption, Which required careful intervention - poked at the bubble of happiness the creations had, at its peak.
Making all in disdorder, Chaos in need of a rearrangement.
Life continued, in orderly chaos, Still it lacked completion
Full with Problems, interruptions and disorderliness enough for entropy to wait and sit.
Another interruption was needed but by a greater propelling force.
Mankind awaited the pause and restart- play button but it tarried. With ages passing
Hope of orderliness was Tarnished with words banished and Deceit from the original disruption , Garnished the world in its entirety of Chaos .
Unexpectedly, From Cradle,
One who trod with angels, Bowing at his feet Came down
Not in spirit being but as one with few holes in his wears, a pauper
Still a glory that Delivers sight to the Impaired.
Finally, The Death sentence on a cross
To a man without fault,
Our saviour The Order, here to pause and skip disorderliness and bring peace and calm
Not restoration to the initial but Hope to the earth. Hope to the willing, those ready to Claim it.
Reviewing The Bible in its Entirety, I'm Happy at Creation's unfailing story.