The Artist
The clouds are soft and white,
as far as the eye can see.
The sky is the background.
The artist is no where to be found.
I wonder who the artist is.
Suddenly, I hear a voice.
Not the kind that is spoken.
The artist has spoken to my heart.
The artist is God!
Copyright © Pamela Cordaro | Year Posted 2007
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