Earth with her thousand voices, praises God.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Oh beautiful sweet scented roses
Unfurling after a rain,
At the first glimpse of overdue sunshine,
At the soft breathe of God on the wind.
Your petals, white as summer clouds,
With freckles of pink-pinpoint-pearled
You lift to dance and sing the praises
Of the artist who paints our world.
©2014 Elece Hollis
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Love that phrase - "The Artist Who Paints Our World."
ReplyDeleteAll man-made art, I suppose, is only copying God's work.
DeleteElece, I was going to say the very same thing that Rebecca said about "the artist who paints our world." Love that phrase!
ReplyDeleteI consider God the greatest artist. "Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree." So true.
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