Adrian L. Kerley

Like a sculptor you shaped the heights

   and created the vast furloughs of the Earth.

With purpose, you gathered to it hills

   and formed high places,

all rising, breathless, dizzied,

   for your footstool and yours alone,

and by their side you scooped out valleys,

   rich, fertile, bountiful.

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You thought beauty before it was,

   and brought it forth,

and gave it wings of light

   for adoration and jubilant flight,

and with a gentle brush, set it free

   and sent it forth upon all the Earth.

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From your boundless palette,

   you've painted spring

with vibrant color,

   living, breathing,

fresh and virescent,

   and from the green,

every imaginable shape and hue

   of flowering plant,

basking before your sun,

   lifting, pointing upward

in absolute praise to the One

   whose thought proceeded them,

and by Whose power they came to be.

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 ~fin

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