God the Artist

© Angela Morgan. All rights reserved

 

 

God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?


How did you dream of the Milky Way

To guide us from afar.

 





How did you think of a clean brown pool

Where flecks of shadows are?

 





God, when you thought of a cobweb,
How did you think of dew?

How did you know a spider's house

Had shingles bright and new?

How did you know the human folk

Would love them like they do?

 




God, when you patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,

How did you know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?

 

 


How did you think of a bubbling throat
And a darling speckled wing?

 

 

God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,

Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?

 

 

 

How did you know a million drops
Would deck the morning's hem?

 

 

Why did you mate the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?

 

 

 

How did you know Madeira bloom
Distilled ecstatic wines?

 

 

 

How did you weave the velvet disk
Where tangled perfumes are?

 

 

 

God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?

 

Photos, background & graphics by Mary Stephens
Pool photo by Elisabeth M. Used by permission.
Updated 2019