Fold Of Life Poem by Yashim George

Who will teach the curriculum of Child care to a Virgin?
Virgin, whom of matrimony inexperience and birth unattended?
Her Mother perhaps, nay!
The monthly visits of amnion and blood perhaps, nay!
Divine begs
"Do not recollect the events of her youth singly" for such can never fold life ably to remind her of investments and treasures buried underneath her flesh,
In her soul, which eternity seeks
Perhaps the innocence of infancy, nay!
All this we may consider as heaven accepted and men resolved,
That,
Lord in the soul had mapped the fixtures of compassion
The foundations of life
The gentleness that stoop to obedience, the meekness of care
In the knitted wool or sprinting mare
The Carmel's gallop or the donkey's bray,
Care for life is the fold of life
Lord still has attested by strict detailing
Of all its own
Either young or overgrown