Creation
Blank pages hold the future,
Chapters, yet, unpenned.
Co-authors, God and I,
A masterpiece at hand.
Word by word, gently scripted,
A destiny unfolds.
Life's tapestry lovingly quilted,
A story soon to be told.
Blank canvass, tomorrow's history,
Awaiting brilliant strokes of inspiration.
An emblazoned collage of emotion erupt,
Imagination brings forth creation.
A bare garden sowed with seeds of love,
To a fragrant tomorrow give root.
Yet, to fully bloom in the warmth of the sun,
Life's storms must rain down on them too.
Life is but an art,
Sculptured by the heart.
As we are all beings molded of clay,
Solely because God chose to create.
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