The Creation is full of surprises
holding its true form hidden from us
and while it seems we see its
marvel as normality of sort
rather than magic made
by our magical God.
Bees are kissing the flowers
using each of its dust
to make something sweet
for us to smell, pick, eat
and even drink.
The Creation is full of talent
taking us around the art of nature
and while it seems we take its
beauty as simplicity of sort
rather than wonder made
by our wonderful God.
The rain is cooling the earth
after the heatwaves we have
to resets it to its natural course
for us to love, enjoy, embrace
and even rave about.
The Creation is full of horror
keeping its scary parts visible to us
and while it seems we watch its
warning as an invitation of sort
rather than power made
by our powerful God.
The trees are making oxygen
as well as breathing us in
to lead us to another state
for us to repent, grow, change
and even forgive.
The Creation is full of purpose
showing us the meaning of it all
and while it seems we ignore its
magnitude as an affection of sort
rather than mercy made
by our merciful God.
The sun is circling around
giving us warmth before cold
to carry us from joy to pain
for us to hurt, argue, fight
and even fly through.
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A/N: Hi! It's me, again. As you see, I'm here with another poem and I seem to run into a routine with them or maybe it has something to do with the fact that Emily Dickinson is turning into my favorite poet and her work inspires me so much that I want to write poetry every day. Or... I'm going insane in both body and spirit. Whatever it is, don't hold it against me and enjoy it; if I don't post my other stories, poetry is like a sweet snack before the actual meal. Now, that sounds like some corny sh!t but hey, we've all been there. ;)
Stay wild, my friends!?
With love,
M.
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