Maker

I love the simple balance of nature
That lives without kings or democracies
— Only divine instinct, rivers and trees.
I love all, watch long and long, leaves and fur.
The scent of sweet frankincense and of myrrh,
Of rain, of forest, and of every flower;
All this I love, and every gleaming hour
As no other hour could ever occur.
The Hand that has so shaped and formed all things
And works the bellows that breathe in the soul,
This Hand that holds within my life and death,
Was no clumsy hand. Who, after all, brings
Art to life, but a master pure and whole?
So I love all He works with every breath.

Featured (with an interesting discussion!) on the Court of Lions.

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One comment on “Maker

  1. Abul Layth says:

    I love the simple balance of nature
    That lives without kings or democracies
    – Only divine instinct, rivers and trees.

    Awesome!

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