You never appreciate the hands of man
Until you see above the stoves and pan
The volume of water his basket can fetch
Standing on an eclipse endlessly search
For answers beyond the daylights glow
Sailing through the night on easy flow.
A sheet to a sheet the longer the rod
Stronger when he fight for no land
Knowing fully well the eclipse is large
With the thumb he makes his home
Independent of the torchlight from God
Evading shadows of impossible to dead-end
Come and explore, the wonders of men
Then when the world was younger
If I had put this in prayers,
Would you have said even a faint amen?
With all this his hands is an empty crate
Tagged ‘the Creators creation also creates’
Well, maybe not from the lips.