My divine Almighty,
My ever-so gracious Lord,
I come today
with a curious inquiry.
You have shaped humanic life;
You have provided worldly partnership
In the distinct forms of fauna and flora.
Intrinsically, you are a breeder,
Non-visible, disjoint particles of flying debris-
Compact adolescents shining brilliantly
Within your never-ending, cloudless light.
You are owed the congratulatory thanks
For painting the vivid pictures
Of never-before-seen creatures,
With the ability
To process breath and life.
Consequently, cannot it easily be taken-
AW! The question rears its head
From the motherly canal-
That you, our heavenly Savior,
Are none other than a woman?
And mathematical theories aside
(For a moment),
simply your demeanor exudes
of a most common,
Stereotyped fair maiden.
Firstly, your light is the symbol,
The very match that ignites
Only a woman could possibly hold
The true harness to capture,
Retrieve, suspect, emote,
And shade the hues of love.
You share, with open arms,
This love to all,
Like a free-flowing fountain
Pouring love without a noticeable drought in sight.
Secondly, you play the role of protector
When it comes to every earthly regard,
Very much like a doting mother to her children.
You appear to be
A compassionate woman
Who has found her maternal role
And filled it beautifully and eloquently.
And similarly to a woman,
You tend to rule-
And I apologize before I even speak-
With your emotions,
As shown by the highs and lows
Of current tides.
One day, all is peaceful
In the lands;
The very next,
A tsunami acts as your hand,
In which you take back all that has been given out.
You are a heart-led, omnipotent
Which can be said also
For the women of our time.
Thirdly, the contour
And iridescent beauty of the human dollhouse
You have created
Speaks of an innate quality
Your Earth, this world,
By mankind's journey for power.
This world works harmoniously;
There is a clockwork
And tender mechanics
To the construction of this utopia,
Only like a woman could have put together.
Commonsensical reality apart,
Let us conclude this inquisition
By proving a theorem,
Putting to rest the claims
By opposition and naysayers.
The laws of basic syllogisms
Say that once a contrapositive is proven true,
The coinciding, conditional statement is true.
If you are a woman,
You welcome the image of your progeny.
If you do not welcome the image of your progeny,
Then you are not woman.
This latter statement
Rings the church bells of truth,
As we all know the mother
Has the genetic imprint of human birthright.
Strict adherence to the laws
Of discrete mathematics
Provide the veracity of the original statement
By a true contrapositive.
Thus, my God,
My dreamland friend, wish-keeper, and guide,
You are a woman,
Are you not?