I am on a hunt
For a missing rib
I counted all
And found only 23
What happened to the 24th?
Is that the reason I feel incomplete?
Don’t get me wrong
O! My ever present 23
You do play your role
So perfectly
I sometimes forget the 24th
But deep within
My cage shouts
Completion!
So I continue my hunt
Only to be stopped by its Maker with a question
Did you hunt for the 23?
I responded in the negative
Why then do you search for the 24th?
Just close your eyes and sleep in Me
For only then would you find the 24th
If you don’t believe
Ask your fore father Adam.
And when I give you the 24th
You will repeat his words
“Finally! Bone of my bone,
flesh of my flesh!
Name her Woman
for she was made from Man.”
Only that you shall
Name your own
© 06/12