From the womb
Of a world made new
I called Life
I called
Those with four feet
And those with two
I called
That which slithers
And that which crawls
I called
One to swim
And one to fly
I called
Both the big
And the small
I called trees
Growing tall
Rooted deep
I called molds
Lasting a day
Seeming so small
Out of My Joy
I called Life
To share with Me
Patricia Burlison
©2011
Interesting poem. I’ve thought about some of these concepts too – what it means to be created and what it means to live life to the full. I explore them in these posts, which you’re welcome to read – http://calminthechaotic.wordpress.com/2011/06/07/any-direction/ and http://calminthechaotic.wordpress.com/2011/05/23/sparrow-simon-and-garfunkel/.
Great poem!