God's Kind of Poetry
God finds His rhyme
in echoes of dolphin’s cries
His meter is reflected
in the change of seasons
He looks upon us
would-be wordsmiths
with a smile
perhaps even a chuckle
stumblers through glory
created by His hand
no image we create with a pen
can match the weave of His design
we describe trees
personify them and give them voices
fill them with nests of blue robins’ eggs
wail as they shed their splendor each fall
far more beauty is found by listening
God’s heaven-sent breeze
filters through branches
dropping acorns on the earth below
we forage for words
deep into late-night attacks of creativity
indoors, in man-made structures
while God’s poetry remains outside
perhaps, by hand, He will guide us
allow us to soar above deep seas
grant us entry to volcanoes’ depths
view plants and animals He has created below
only then will we know
God’s kind of poetry
*Written September 28, 2014
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2014
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