God The Artist

I wonder if God is an artist.

I don’t know the reason why

but I wake up every morning...excited

to see his new painting

in the sky.

 

I wonder how he mixes his colors.

How he gets the yellow of the sun so bright

and on a wintry morning

how does he paint the snow...so white.

 

How does she make the oceans shimmer?

I’d like her to explain.

How she makes each flower so beautiful?

How doe she paint the rain?

 

As he sees the evening approaching

does he turn on the moon’s light

to help him see a little better

as he paints us all the night?

 

But then I think...I don’t need to know

the principles of what she’s designed,

I only need to marvel each day

 

at what her brush has left behind.


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and_hera_met_zeus's picture

wow!

you wrote a poem about something I have thought for a long time.  I always think of the beauty of the sky as evidence of some type of creator/creatrix.

word_man's picture

he has to be the greatest

he has to be the greatest artist in the world