Windswept by air, fire and earth
Love may be commotion, yet is mirth
A wee fistful can be a large universe
Calligraphed destiny is never adverse
Blood meanders unlost in a diverse ocean
It is a delicate flow that never fails unison
I can assert that we were no stowaways
in the parental womb that makes everyday
There is no wool in the almighty’s gene pool
These lessons can’t be rewritten in any school
Yes, love may bring some pain and hurt
But it is a perennially worn skin and shirt
Dad and Mum were lovingly, delicately chosen
By God’s handiwork so carefully woven
So, we must never fail to remember
God willed us to be thrown together
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