God the Artist
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
How did you dream of the Milky Way?
To guide us from afar.
How did you think of a clean brown pool?
Where flecks of shadows are?
God, when you thought of a cobweb,
How did you think of dew?
How did you know a spider’s house?
Had shingles bright and new?
How did you know the human folk?
Would love them as they do?
God, when you patterned a bird song,
Flung on a silver string,
How did you know the ecstasy
That crystal call would bring?
How did you think of a bubbling throat?
And a darling speckled wing?
God, when you chiseled a raindrop,
How did you think of a stem,
Bearing a lovely satin leaf
To hold the tiny gem?
How did you know a million drops?
Would deck the morning’s hem?
Why did you make the moonlit night
With the honeysuckle vines?
How did you know
Madeira bloom Distilled ecstatic wines?
How did you weave the velvet disk?
Where tangled perfumes are?
God, when you thought of a pine tree,
How did you think of a star?
—By, Angela morgan
Some Other Poem – Click Here
- Poem on I Knew A Man By Sight by – Henry David Thoreau
- Poem on Mother to Son by Langston Hughes
- Poem on Little Things by – Yulia A. Carney
- Poem on Rising in the Morning by – Hugh Rhodes
- A Light Exists in Spring by – Emily Dickinson