Poets and Artists Are Proof of God's Existence

Fellow poets, when you write, you put down words, of fact or fiction. With conscious thought you select letters to make words in diction Words strung together in rhyme, pearls of wisdom, marking the time You create the thought, the flow,you're painting pictures as you go. What would you say if I told you, it's all a lie, Shakespeare never existed His works arrived by chance, perfectly phrased, not tongue tied, or twisted Letters assembled themselves into words, then words in perfect succession Formed themselves into rhyming sentences eloquently said in progression. DaVinci too didn't exist, he's just a figment of some wild imagination Mona Lisa was only a chance meeting of paint and canvas in congregation There was no artist, with stylized strokes of brushes and pens in harmony Ink and paint just flowing freely, creating their own masterpieces randomly. You wouldn't believe it if I told you, because you know it's just not true But when they tell you God doesn't exist, what do you think, or do? Some say that life evolved by a chance meeting of cells and molecules Natural selection, started chaotically forming an organic cosmic soup. Does that make sense when you see the beauty and artistry all around In the sunsets, oceans, lands and seas, where life teems and abounds The universe with a complexity of it's own, a cosmic timepiece of majesty Saying order comes from chaos, is a disgrace to the Artist, a real travesty. When an artist paints a sunset he is just copying what he sees with his eyes It's not an original work, but he signs it anyway, maybe he doesn't realize. The complexity and order in life should tell you we were fashioned by design Faith in the Designer comes not by chance, but by choice, read the signs. John Derek Hamilton November 20, 2015