God is an Artist
At the scruff of every ray of light
At the twinkling of every star
God sends an inspiration to Mother Earth
Each a blank canvas awaiting the trace of life
An initial trace of graphite against the white
In time He draws the pencil outlines
Resuming to shade intermittent values of experience
Mixed in with textures of wisdom
As the canvas grows darker
And His pencil shorter
The drawing sprouts intricate details
He is lost in His work in this moment
Hunched over and focused on Jacob's final ladder
The paper is no longer lily-white
But smeared in ages of gray
He now stands and views the finished product
Worn and beaten but tinged with beauty
Its edges bent and slightly torn
Yet bears an irreplaceable work of art
God calls the angels to lift it up
And the canvas finds home within the Holy Grounds
Engulfed in divinity once again