God's Kind of Poetry
he crawls in the filth,
struggles to climb,
finding a convenient spot
he branches out.
begins...perhaps
the most baffling of all processes.
when done...dormant.
he will be prey for predators of all kinds
as time passes,
as minutes count the hours...the hours the days
he beats the odds, success is his.
the dirty crawler who gives even 'Jocks'
the willies, the heebee jeebees,
starts his exit from his rented home.
just a bit, then more...then
wings opened...the crawler emerges,
a colorful...one of nature's most beautiful creations
...as you stare with disbelief,
A Butterfly
...crafted with rainbow borrowed shades.
as he is in you, so you know this is God's poetry.
one of God's rich, layered writes
"The Beauty and The Beast"."The Ugly Duckling"...
...and his children the human poet evolves by osmosis.
God's kind of poetry
pastes smiles in the core of young and old.
...ah but in children's laughter
joy like they've never known.
his masterfully written poetry...approved by all.
In prayer we herald the poet's name.
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