Ubiquitous Love
1
Miss Emily Bronte how delighted I am
To discover for once love isn’t a sham
The mystery of which I cannot explain
As the texture of this is a rocky terrain
While life is a journey meant to confuse
With faith its companion so easy to lose
It’s left for the waves to frolic with space
And speak of elation’s climatic embrace
The beginning of life is a spark of a kind
Or a spring in a clock designed to unwind
Announcing the start of a heavenly stairway
Connecting the sky with the house where I stay
Including the chamber where passion holds sway
2
Miss Emil Bronte you leave me amazed
Embracing the future from a previous age
Surrounded by clouds in the eye of a storm
As thunder and lightning help time to deform
With echoes of Moses when at the Red Sea
He convinces his people it’s time to believe
For the Lord of creation is about to create
A highway dividing the blue ocean of late
The beginning of life is a spark of a kind
Or a spring in a clock designed to unwind
Announcing the start of a heavenly stairway
Connecting the sky with the house where I stay
Including the chamber where passion holds sway
3
Miss Emily Bronte, what a weird world
To follow the sun yet live under a cloud
While high in the sky the flight of a dove
Pays homage to heaven in honour of love
A realm far away yet similar to ours
Minus the chaos of the Twin Towers
Where prisoners of time cling onto hope
Wishing deep down for a more secure rope
The beginning of life is a spark of a kind
Or a spring in a clock designed to unwind
Announcing the start of a heavenly stairway
Connecting the sky with the house where I stay
Including the chamber where passion holds sway
4
Miss Emily Bronte words cannot express
The joy that you bring me with every caress
But should you bear child in an era now past
Then consider how long confession might last
And what a strange child for us to conceive
To be born in a year much earlier than me
Yet with the genes that seem to be mine
Along with a sum to test even Einstein
The beginning of life is a spark of a kind
Or a spring in a clock designed to unwind
Announcing the start of a heavenly stairway
Connecting the sky with the house where I stay
Including the chamber where passion holds sway
What a miracle of nature to enliven a bloom
And allow Emily Bronte to be in my room
Defying for once the shadow of doom
Enabling real joy to overtake gloom
And life to begin inside a womb
Creating genes belonging to me
Due for arrival in a bygone century
A trifle confusing yet still meant to be
For those with the faith to truly believe
In ubiquitous love like Miss Emily Bronte
Who acting on faith she found from above
Learnt time was a gauntlet to wear like a glove
The End
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